Henry Saffles, 29, was born with a club foot and cleft palate. His early days of school were vexing - relentlessly beaten and bullied for his disabilities. Cruel and hateful name-calling rang out from every direction - pighoof, crippletard.
I was always the outcast.
A kind, gentle soul my mother would say but behind that unfortunate facade, buried in shame and shadow, a tormented and violent creature. One taught by tragedy to gnash at the chains of decency - shackled by an absurdly indecent society.
Forced to tolerate the vile acts and sickness of others in the name of convention - keeping in line, taking the high road, turning the other cheek - all just infantile pretense for the weak and self-deceived. No more will I play along.
People always made me out to be a monster.
Maybe it’s finally time to prove them right.
Hoof
The Day is Come
Long May You Wander
A Father’s Love
Unrest
A four-part writing/painting series.
A kind, gentle soul my mother would say but behind that unfortunate facade, buried in shame and shadow, a tormented and violent creature. One taught by tragedy to gnash at the chains of decency - shackled by an absurdly indecent society.
Forced to tolerate the vile acts and sickness of others in the name of convention - keeping in line, taking the high road, turning the other cheek - all just infantile pretense for the weak and self-deceived. No more will I play along.
People always made me out to be a monster.
Maybe it’s finally time to prove them right.
Hoof
The Day is Come
Long May You Wander
A Father’s Love
Unrest
A four-part writing/painting series.
Coming soon.
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