My mom would often tell us, “You don’t hate anything.” Hate was not allowed in our house.
But when my uncle would visit, he would tell us elaborate stories from their childhood, finishing with, “I hate that woman/man.” 869 more words
The screen pops open and in they walk
Throwing rocks with vulgar talk.
They never touch her,screams not heard.
The verbal damage and violent words. 83 more words