Once more
Pride over
For another year.
Unease fills me
Dark clouds
Hovering overhead.
Knowing
How lucky
I am.
Leaving abusive past
And violence
Behind.
But reality is
So finicky.
What's given yesterday
Easily stripped today
Or tomorrow.
Blink of an eye
Shouted slurs
Promising violence.
Questioning
Personal safety
Like never before
As tears fall.
Therisa © 2019
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