- Vol. 05
I Belonged to You
You called me a waif, admonishing me for running the streets in bare feet, soles blackened by soot. With tender hands and a smile that edged away the undertow of frustration, you washed the blood from my stubbed toes and bandaged the wounds of a stalwart and reckless childhood. Your rage burned out of control for the other kids, but I was the child of your new skin, the heart that learned its rhythm from the pulse of the sea. I had his face, but I belonged to you. It was you who taught me the comforts of sadness, my tiny hands covered in the despair of your tears. You strapped me to your chest and climbed out of a life steeped in secrecy, into a decade of feminist rallies, and learning how to roar, but the weight of your sorrow had stained us both. You hit me once, when I was six years old and I hit back. We sat at the bottom of the steps together and cried.