(T/W 18+)



I spent my entire life walking on glass
While everyone around me walked
With steel toe boots.
I remember how my brother
Would point and laugh,
“Look, she’s limping.
She’s walking funny for attention.”
How my mother would shush him,
But giggle alongside him.
My feet bled.
It hurt.
Shards of glass always poking at just the wrong way.
I’d limp,
I’d fall,
My hands would bleed, too
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