She was destruction
At four years old, she destroyed her family because Mommy and Daddy didn’t love each other anymore
She destroyed a home at eight years old when her happiest moments came when one more hole in the drywall meant one less bruise on her body
She destroyed a body at ten years old when she learned that the pain could be eased when her skin was bleeding
She destroyed a life at thirteen years old when she told the police about the man with blue eyes that was twice her size and twice her age
She destroyed a relationship at fourteen years old when she demanded love from the heart of a loveless father
She destroyed a vision at fifteen years old when her lips brushed against those of another woman and it felt like fireworks
She destroyed expectations at sixteen years old when she discovered a voice of her own
At seventeen years old, she brought the world to its knees and demanded a revolution.
For she was not destruction, she was only raised by it.