Trauma

I live in public housing. We lock doors here and we know our own neighbors can’t be trusted. It’s an way of life you grow into after a while. Your friends? Be on guard. Those rabbit ears develop, you aren’t born with them. They come from trauma, over and over. I see rabbit ears on people, those scared, scared eyes, ready to run.

Young people too, these days. Scared eyes and ears up. Clothes, too, wearing those clothes that tell me they are on the defensive, clothes that protect them from a potential attacker that might come after them from any angle.

Tell someone who lives a cushy life. They have no clue, and will look at you with a blank stare.

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