Scars Released The Shackles
Physical shin scars say break the chains.
Two days ago my mom told me, "Since you hate your aunt so much," because I am no longer making myself available to go grab an apple pie, or anything, for my mom from her sister. I have scars on my leg from September 9, 2024 still. No one in my family has acted like this has happened to me, yet.
Not a single one has directly acknowledged my reality, yet. They never will. I have heard the most casual attempts at continuing on as if it didn't happen.
They can just act like I passed away that day, and they do. The scars on my leg remind me that I'm not the slave that being a good girl made me look like.
The scars on my leg remind me that I am not the slave my silence made me look like.