Fireworks in My Head

I saw stars

Bright Light

Explosion

Flashback

July Fourth

Freedom?

Fighting

Fifty-four years

Flash!

Slapped

Bang!

Head knocked

Counter blow

How far will he go?

I never know

Then I wake

Curled in a ball

Sweating

One day

I’ll be free

Red, white & blue

Pretty fireworks

Purple & blue

Flesh healed

Psyche bruised

But healing

Writing my way to

Freedom

Living in the safest home I ever had with my husband. 2012 I began to heal. I had to get sober first and I am still a work in progress. Even my bad days now are better than my good days then.

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Khawaga Kid

"Who is she? She's not from around here." She is me, Khawaga Kid and I'm writing a memoir called Khawaga Kid. Moving around all over the world since the age of four, I've had many hometowns that I love, yet none of them really claim me, always moving, becoming a foreigner even in my own family.

Khawaga Kid

Fireworks in My Head

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Khawaga Kid

"Who is she? She's not from around here." She is me, Khawaga Kid and I'm writing a memoir called Khawaga Kid. Moving around all over the world since the age of four, I've had many hometowns that I love, yet none of them really claim me, always moving, becoming a foreigner even in my own family.

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