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FBI DEVIANT

I have never known that safe place that gays say they have in certain buildings.

The FBI came into my life when I was in the 5th grade.

I’d see them outside, across the street from Uncle Danny’s and Auntie Ann’s house sitting in the car, at recess everyday as I pretended to have fun as I played, as I walked home from school for lunch and after school, always feeling somehow naked as I walked by the car and they stared at me.

Uncle Danny made for making silencers, Uncle Jake for wiretapping Marilyn Monroe. Ask Anthony Summers, if you don’t believe me.

I learned early what deviant was, and it wasn’t my uncles.

The only place I ever felt safe was in my father’s house – and only when he was home. I never told him that though; I never told anybody. When I left home, as young people do, that safe place was gone forever.

I’ve been tortured by the FBI for so long I don’t know anything else. They think they’re justified.

Judges are the worst – the most deviant. They’ll do anything the FBI tells them to do.

I’m sixty-seven years old – a long way from 5th grade – and it still hasn’t ended.

~ Sharon Lee Davies-Tight






 

By Sharon Lee Davies-Tight

Paid for by The Animal-Free Chef, AFC GLOBAL and/or Word Warrior GLOBAL. Till now and forever © Sharon Lee Davies-Tight. Share freely with proper credit. "Change the world by changing yourself. You're in the future already. Now what? You determine your outcome."

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