He said, “This is what love is!”
The fingers tattooed across my throat proved otherwise.
She wrote on the mirror, ‘Mommy loves you.’
The nights I slept on an empty stomach said something different.
My friends said they’ll always have my back
Public humiliation proved they never did.
People say family matters the most
Sleeping on a park bench in December changed my mind.
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