My life has been stained
by darkness from the moment
of conception,
but it is hard to tell
which trauma shaped me
the most.
Was it being forced to relocate
seven times in 12 years,
unable to stay
in one place
for any lasting period
and put roots down.
Was it being driven
by abject desperation
when homeless
to prostitute myself
to feed the illicit hungers
of people twice my age?
Or was it the moment
of blinding rage
that left one life
changed forever
and threw my own potential away,
ending in imprisonment.
One of these three tales
is true.
Figuring out which one
is a challenge I leave
for you.
Because I'm not saying.
I don't think...
No, I know,
you can't handle the truth.
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