abusiveparents
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When we're little
our parents choose our names
and our future.
They want us
to have the perfect job
to marry the perfect person
and to have children
They want the best for us
Here I am present,
the tiny infats who die,
from unfit "Parents".
Here I am the Light,
the Savior for the abused,
so many children.
Who am I, you ask?
i sat at a red light in my girlfriend's car and yawned. before i could react, she poked her finger in in my mouth and laughed. i remember my dad telling me how he used to do that to my mom when they were dating in college.
