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rage
I don’t have words for the rage that I carry. It sits inside my soul, a fire that consumes.I carry a cold star behind my breastbone. There are days where it feels like I have two choices. I can let it burst, supernova. Let my starlight white out my vision and consume my world. Or…
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raised hands
when I was a child, they called it discipline to raise a hand against meit isn’t abusethere are no marksno scarsyou can still sit and your lip isn’t splitit’s just discipline maybe if you didn’t run your mouthstick your nose where it doesn’t belonglower your voiceobey, obey, obeymaybe then you wouldn’t need a switch, a…
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joy
being a parent is the hardest joy of my lifebut sometimes I cringe at the pitter patter of little feet at 2 in the morningI cringe at always having my attention pulled in a million different placesthere are other times when I feel a little body curl into my ownI feel that little hand seeking…
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pessimistic
Be still(maybe then they won’t attack) Be quiet(maybe then you’ll get it right) Be less(maybe then we will fit) Follow the rules(beware there are booby traps) Follow your peers(beware they’ll report on you) Follow your master(beware they hold your chains) It will never be enough(but you’ll keep trying anyway) It will break your spirit(but it…
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