The decision to breath.

You may choose to look the other way but you
can never say again that you did not know.
William Wilberforce
Anger, fights and terrible math results.
3 years of screaming.
Nothing.
So it was silence that ushered in the sweet sixteen.
It made them uncomfortable,
the blank stare,
the silent scream.
The rebel without a cause had retreated within.
Panic.
A shrink is summoned.
The pastor is more focused on her exterior motives,
the long legs,
and the plump lips that held back blasphemy and condemnation.
19 years old.
It was not a phase.
They don’t look her in the eye any more.
Friends don’t call.
Boys don’t ogle like they used to.
She’s broken ,
the caged bird stopped singing.
She went into an animated coma.

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