You get to the other side filled with entitlement.
"I have earned my place in the sun" you say,
"I've bargained with the universe and now it's time for it to pay its due.
The grass should be greener on my side.''
But you cannot water it , you cannot even cry.
The part you came from took so much from you,
it is now overflowing with your sorrow.
YOU ARE READING
Purple blush
Poetry''Everything you did to me, I remember. Mama, I made it out of your home alive, raised by the voices in my head. '' -Warsan Shire, Extreme girlhood
