Poem: Black Summer

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Silver flakes falling silently to the frozen ground.

I watch from the window as the snow covers the earth.

It’s early March, almost the end of my favorite season.

Soon it’ll be time for sandy beaches, pools, flip-flops, and the blazing sun.

All the things I hate.

I didn’t use to hate summer

Until I was seven years old

And it was all blackened for me.

The molestation happened in summer.

Now everything summer I associate with that blackened night.

I hate a whole season because of one night of lies, sexual molestation, and deceit.

For so many, summer is a time for joy.

But for me, it’s black.

So, I’ll sit and wait for my silver winter to come back.

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