Stranger

You’ll never know my slip ups, the way I claw at beasts triple my size, the way i’ll insult their families and simultaneously cry about how i’m abused by my mother, how my therapist taught me that, i’m not being punished for making bad decisions, i’m being abused. (Say it now – abuse

make it apart of your vocabulary

good

something happened to you, that’s why your “alone” is different from their “alone” – now that you know this, run away from them.)

and in the never ending texts you send your closest imaginary friends make sure to mention that you pay rent fair and square because deep down you’re afraid their American bread instincts will automatically dismiss you as “victim” if you don’t have a job.

Poorly written to say the least

use words destroyed by fairy tales – “charming”, “good”, “bad ass”, “queen”

Father figures – acknowledge my patience, my practices, like your acknowledgment will save me

Father figures – don’t acknowledge, expect. Expect me to come to you wounded, stitch my self up in front of you, and i’ll stay up all night in a tub of wine with the same two songs on repeat and in that moment you’ll see me as equal, let that moment indicate that i’m unfit for motherhood or community or government – only then i’ll unshakably get all of it.