i can't unlearn how to be depressed.
it's engrained in my bones,
it's a part of me,
like the scars left behind
from a deadly disease.
because that's what this is:
i'm sick in my mind,
but it's not like a cold
that gets better with time.
it's shaped part of who i am
and i can't let that go
without getting rid of
an essential part of myself.
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Feminist Rage
PoetryA collection of poems about feminism, empowerment, and the power of change. (all poems are mine)
