Resources, a blood oath fund, it's a controlled burn that lacerates.
It's so easy to engage, to rivet in the ache, you want them to learn their lesson, to get their knees off your neck so they won't ever come near you again.
But your anger is silent and they still think asking questions about your hair isn't an insult.
You wonder if you can exist after being made to feel so small.
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
