“Shut up and go to your room!!”, mom would say frequently. I would go to my room and slam the door. I got really good at that.
I was a fearless girl until the age of seven..who liked to say stuff ..speak up..make up songs….I learned how to flip then…how to be silly then..play tag and red light green light with Connie, Karen, Laura, Stacey and Kanita…..I was a happy little one…
At the age of seven..my father started pulling away and my mother pushed me away..my twin was her favorite then our little baby sister….
I remember trying to learn to ride a bike.. dad would yell at me when I would fall off and cry. Today,I break out in sweats when I get on a bike….I am getting there…I know when I do stay on and ride a bike..I will grow up a little more..let go of the yelling and shame….My parents did the best they could..it wasn’t fucking
good enough..I felt squashed and scared… What about that brave little girl that just wanted love…..and to be heard..seen…..