ABUSED BY
EXPOSURE VONDELL GREEN ABUSED THROUGH EXPOSURE: I DID NOT NEED TO SEE THAT At the age of 7 while hanging under the arm of my father, caught in the middle of a shoot out I didn’t need to see that My brother being shot by the hands of the one who carried him in the womb I didn’t need to see that Watching my dad call my mother over just to hawk spit in her face
I didn’t need to see that
The aggression, the violence and looks of disdain
At age 8 or 9, that skin flick I didn’t need to see that Dad climbing the balcony in rage saying “B, so you going to lock me out” I didn’t need to see that Joints burning in the ashtray and coolers filled with weed Your trap house, that baby bottle cooking that yack, that white powder that filled that sack I didn’t need to see that
The pain in mom’s eyes that to this day still remains Abused through exposure I can go on and on but I must move on Although there are so many things that I wish I could un-see I refuse to let those experiences turn into a vicious cycle for my seeds
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