I'm Worried That if I Go Outside the World will Collapse

Just How mama raised me

I was brought up to pluck the feathers off of birds
I tried to teach myself to nurse their wounds
I was taught to use men
For their money
For their status
I tried to teach myself to love them
I was brought up to be rough and angry and cruel
But I taught myself to be kind and soft and beautiful
But I have grown from evil and there is a part of me still
That longs to strip the flesh from my lover
And curse at the wind
I am soft
And scary
Just how mama raised me