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Apr 2014
loud, frantic yells in a language you don't understand
who is there
you can see the shadows and movements but you can't make out a face
maybe it's the men from the bar, back to steal you for the night
you cringe at the thought, digging black fingernails into the dirt
suddenly a glimmer of metal
bang
a scream
bang
then it is quiet
you tell yourself it is another nightmare and fall asleep
but when you wake up the next morning, the dream is still happening
no, nightmares are supposed to evaporate in the light of day
but the ****** bodies of your parents on the floor will not dissolve, no matter how many times you blink
there will be no funeral or answers
nobody cares
there is nobody to care
you are nobody
true story of one of my African girls
Katie
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