Excerpt
Chapter Six: The Dam Broke
During those days people had a habit of calling each other cousin this or cousin that, aunt this aunt that or uncle this and uncle that, even when they were not really related. There was an uncle that had problems keeping his hand to himself. Anytime he showed up or we visited his house, he would feel me up on a sly. Putting him in his place was the right thing to do, but the way I did it may warrant some questioning. This time, I had, had enough; the dam broke, point blank, eyeball to eyeball, I told him to quit and not to do that any ####@@# more or I was going to tell his ##@#@@# wife. He never did that again. I had tapped into an inner power source, it had risen in me and I assumed the responsibility and took action for being violated against. It felt good to say something and speak up for myself. Would I continue on speaking out? At this point, I was