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A Long Time Ago everyone has their moment & mine was when my father told me to either find a job or leave his house
I’d just spent hours in the basement in that recession lifting weights for lack of anything better: I had looked for jobs even at taco stands & failed & this was hard on the mind & the least I could do was strengthen my body— or so it seemed
anyway here I was facing this man whose pleasure had brought me into this world & he was telling me to leave the part of it he owned & shouting to do so
& I was shouting back & somewhere in there he raised his arm to backhand my face & I grabbed his forearm with one hand then with the other & squeezed so hard it was clear I could have broken those bones of his easily
this only fueled his insistence that I leave
& although he allowed me to return years later
neither he nor I would ever find the power to take my moment away
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