Growing up I thought that was what love was
An exchange of hateful slurs and passionate rekindling
One night my father asked my half brother to go into the kitchen and grab a knife
My mother was standing there crying
I watched from atop the staircase
They thought I was sleeping
I had already called my grandmother earlier
She was on her way
It was only a matter …
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