go ahead and laugh at the grey
colours of my words
yes they are broken
some letters are missing
yes they are misspelled
and you mock them every now and then
knowing not what they have felt
they are bruised
day and night they sank in the
hard rain of pain
stones and fists had them flying
over the cold shadows of winter
they flow from a broken river
i call my mind
yes i have felt fists and stones
been dragged through the ground
and beated up against the wall
and there you are laughing
yet you know not the taste of a single slap
never judge words from a broken mind
This are the real words from my broken mind. I don’t know if I should call myself a victim or a survivor of physical abuse – I will just say I am SURVIVING and my words are broken!
Brought to you by Sharon Mo!!!
Sharon Mo Wordsmith 
All hero’s emerged from broken stories, from the hot burning furnace of fire gold is carved. You were a victim and now you’re becoming a hero, use your history mystery victory
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Thank you for your kind and inspiring words. Truly appreciated.
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