Monday, May 4, 2015

Numb

he was told by his mother
"not to tell what goes on in their house"
but he mentioned the beat-downs to a friend
casually,
thinking it was part of  every boy's life,
thinking it was an initiation into manhood.

he found out it wasn't.

it was just part of his life;
none of his friend's dads were abusing them.


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