I remember the nights,
When the bruises weren’t just on my skin,
But deep in my heart.
Mama, you turned away,
When I needed you the most,
And I wondered why you didn’t stop him,
Why you let the darkness grow.

But today, I’m trying to forgive,
Not because it was okay,
But because I need to breathe,
To free myself from this heavy weight.
I’m learning to let go,
Of the anger that’s...