I was your perfect alibi
Never did lie
Choosing silence
Hid your violence
Violet was my favorite hue
Black eyes changed view
Only see red
Wishing you dead
Finally free from stranglehold
I am now gold
Lit my own pyre
Rose from the fire
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December 8, 1980
When I was six or seven, my stepdad came into my life, and I remember thinking he knew everything. He could befriend anybody, anywhere. In grocery stores, he chatted with strangers over cuts of meat; at gas stations, he bonded with people pumping fuel over how the smell of gasoline was disgusting and yet enjoyable. In restaurants, he took an interest in waiters’ lives—like Steve, whose father was dying of cancer. When Steve’s dad died, my new dad attended the funeral.
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Loved this piece 💫 It’s always nice discovering writers who explore emotions I’m also drawn to in my own writing.
Sad as a lot of this was, I loved the defiance, resilience and power that came through in the end. A nice positive close for another exceptional piece from you, Tina.