I am not mad at you.
I am mad when I feel the weight of the years I'm gonna waste letting all the poison out.
I am mad at the snake bite mark.
I am mad to have to suck the venom out myself.
I am mad cause I have to taste the acrid taste of my own death before I am able to taste my blood.
No one should have to taste their death before they get a chance to live.
I am at mad you.
YOU ARE READING
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Puisi''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
