Nine years old and my older brother tests
insanity by using batteries,
nine volt batteries on his brother's tongue,
enter my cousin and they were a team,
victims of childhood abuse and trauma
only know how to lash out on others,
left on my own, I found my own victims,
the women who wanted to be my friends,
trust, love, acceptance, all became suspect,
on my tongue, I tested each battery,
nothing more shocking than betrayal, neglect,
given this was the seventies, no one
understood the loneliness of exile,
exiled in a foreign country called home.
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