The Village

It takes a village to raise a child.

My mother, being a single mother, needed that to be true more than anyone.

She worked herself to death to feed me.

She finished school to inspire me.

She listened when I spoke, and held me when I cried.

She just needed this village to protect me when she couldn’t.

But villages, family or otherwise, are riddled with assailants.

I didn’t lose my innocence out in the world,

I lost it in that village.

That’s one way to grow up real fast.

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