"Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up...And when he tells you you ain't nuttin don't believe him. And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him." -Tupac
When I was a little girl, I was afraid of many things. Freddy Krueger. Being kidnapped. Getting a question wrong on homework or a test. Losing my parents since my mom lost hers. I also remember being very afraid of having a boyfriend that hit me. I don't know where this fear came from. Perhaps too much adult TV and novels too mature for me, even though I could read them quite easily. (I always insisted on being more grown up than I was). Luckily, I grew up in a very loving home where my parents argued so seldom that when they did disagree, I was terrified they'd get a divorce. I just knew that to be a woman in a relationship with a man where I felt afraid for my own safety would be a terrible thing to endure. This morning while on my way to work, I witnessed one of the most (if not the most) horrifying things I've ever seen. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a person balled up on the ground. At first, I thought...