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The Magician #WriteBravely #Day1

You’d never believe me if I told you that I am a Magician, but it’s true and I can prove it.

‘You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen, Janie.’ he said, his eyes never meeting mine, as his hands mapped my body. If I were to ask him what colour my eyes were I could bet my last dollar he wouldn’t know, despite being my step-father.

I was 14, the daughter of a crack whore whose husband, my stepfather, was her pimp. I was smart enough to know that trying to fight my way out of the sorry situation I was trapped in would be a waste of time, and going with the flow was the best thing to do.

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‘You have wise old eyes, Janie. It’s like they’ve seen too much.’ he said. I let out a laugh and cracked some gum as I lay splayed before him, my 50 year old School Principle, on his office table. I loved school and I loved studying. I couldn’t pay my fees though, despite which the school didn’t want to let me go They thought I was an asset and my principle thought the daughter of a whore was rightfully a whore too.

The smell of books gave me a high. The library was my favourite place, first in school and then in college. It was the one place where I lost my identity, to find myself. Where I befriended people, characters of all the books I devoured, who did not know me or judge me.

I went through school and colleges, my eyes seeing too much, my body learning to go numb and my memory learning to turn a page and keeping it closed forever. I didn’t know where my mother was nor did I want to know.  I read this quote on the train, ‘The past can hurt, but the way I see it, you can either run from it or learn from it from The Lion King’ and it changed something within me.

I felt validated when I passed out of Med School, with a Dr before my name and a Psychologists degree in my hand.

I told you I was a Magician didn’t I? I changed my life, to prove it. I now teach others like me to believe in magic, as if you don’t believe in magic it will never find you.

This post is written for Day 1 of the The Write Tribe Festival of Words June 2018. 

I used 2 Prompts: 

You’d never believe me if I told you that I am a Magician, but it’s true and I can prove it.

“The past can hurt. But the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it.” – The Lion King

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