I was slapped in my face
only once. My father’s
hand had an electric
message for my
left cheek that
told me in no
uncertain terms that
My mouth was not
as smart as I thought
I was.
I marched this stinging
feedback upstairs and
my mirror held onto
the moment for as
long as I wanted this
one new memory
to stare back me,
a burning angry flame
only I should be able to
extinguish or reignite.
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