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Legion Of The Black: Rebel Sisters

What Is A Man?

Essence’s POV:
I took the lock out of the gate, walked across the football field and walked up on the bleachers. I took out my notebook and my pen and began writing. Writing and music is my escape from reality. I write a lot; lyrics and journal entries. I sometimes write about the dreams that me and Rita are having. Some are memories but most are nightmares. Sometimes, I feel like the nightmares are real. But I just cut it off, thinking that whatever appears in my dreams are just how I feel. My demons, my enemies,…. my sister.
What happened last night, it was just like every other night. Lots of complaints, disbeliefs, arguments with my parents. Even though Michael is not like my biological father, I still hate him for never taking a stand for me and Rita.
“What is a man who lays a hand on his lover? He calls it tough love. What is a man who can’t take a stand for his daughter? He calls it tough love. Your roots grow in the cracks of the alleys, college park made you. Man enough to see, there ain’t a goddamn man.”
I stopped writing for a minute. A tear rolled down my cheek. My father was a drunk, abusive bastard. He hurt my mom, me and my sister. He’s the reason why I’m like this. As for Michael, when somebody insulted me or my sister, he never said anything. He just laughed. He never said ‘I love you’ to me or my sister. I kept writing out of anger.
Biological or step, you were supposed to be my father. But instead you wanted to fuck my mom, you wanted money, you wanted everything that you couldn’t give yourself. Family is supposed to work things out. You’re not my father. None of you are. One day, me, Omar and Rita will all be out of here. And we will never see you again.
I’m dating Omar for a reason. I love him. He’s sweet, kind, warm, funny, smart and brave. And he could never be like you. I told him everything about my past, about me and Rita. He was there for me. He held me tight and let me cry in his arms. He always said “Despite your past, you and Rita are better than everyone else.” He’s right.

So now, ask yourself, ‘Are you really a man?’ or ‘What is a man?’

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