Susan B. Bernard

To end the pain caused by an abusive father, no one never helps the needy, the small and fragile, the tiny and unknown, the little people of the world, my cries, his fist, his verbal abuse, his dick, his hands, his tongue, his fingers, my song, a sad one, a hard one to quote, out of all the people listening it was he who did something, my best friend, my kin, my biggest and oldest brother, it took place three days after we buried my mother, she died at the hands of the man in question, he entered my room the same time as usual, the fact that we just buried my mother meant nothing, he tried to feast, taking what he considered to be his pride and joy, but what he didn't know was that my brother was hiding behind the closet door, within a few seconds all I heard was bang, bang followed by a thump to the floor, provided my only brother killed my father who we all know killed my mother, I died the day my father took my virginity, I lived only fourteen years prior to today, I am Susan. B Bernard, free yet without family _________________ The unHeard Voices of Jamison Pratt