Goldie Taylor: Speaking up for the next Kasandra Perkins

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http://thegrio.com/2012/12/04/goldie-taylor-speaking-up-for-the-next-kasandra-perkins/

It started with a couple of dime store t-shirts. It ended with me running half naked and bleeding from our apartment.

I hadn’t done it right, the laundry. His white undershirts were now pink, thanks to a red pair of shorts that got mixed up in the load. I might have replaced them, scrounged up a few bucks to buy another 3-pack before he got home from work. That was the plan anyway. He met me at the front door. “Where are you off to, Princess?”

That’s what he called me then. Princess. An all too familiar fear washed over me.

“What’s in the bag?” he said, pulling my duffel from my shoulder. I braced myself as he unzipped the bag. His expression softened and, for a moment, I let myself breathe. Looking back now, I think maybe he thought I was leaving him. Maybe I should have been. He seemed relieved. He even smiled as he lifted a ruined shirt

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