Maybe it's not the fact that I can't believe if she's really changed or not.
Maybe she doesn't get to change, I do.
I am the survivor, she is the oppressor.
I was once a victim, and I will grow into a survivor.
She has not grown into anything but a thorn in my side.
But like the lion, I will pull it out.
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Growing Out My Hair Again
PoetryA poetry book for people recovering from trauma, for survivors, lovers, and people who aren't sure about their place in the world.
