I've relocated before. Disowned at sixteen, I showed them and graduated college, then graduate school. I more than survived, I excelled.
The second time I was running for my life. Hidden bruises would never compare to the emotional baggage his terror produced.
The third time I went in search of opportunity because a manager refused to recognize my skills, after all, I'm merely a woman.
Yolanda Renée © 2015
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