i grew. hard
on others
for their looks or their smirks,
for better or worse,
mostly on myself.
just as critical, if not more, so i
thought it was okay if i tore, tore
at my foundation—
outer scales, society, you
institutions, they agonize my mind
i was swallowed whole in vain for my
own gain, how to stay between the man
and the game, to succeed without
directly giving in. and i want to create,
i know that’s what i live for
but i can’t predict what’s in store
all i know is that all i’ve been is quite
a bore, and nobody likes me when my
opinions escape in roars, aggressive, irrational
“what are you, a feminist?” ignorance is laughable.
