Category: Sad

My gender quota is fucked

 

He gets to talk so much

Shhh, you don’t

The space his ideas take up

Make yourself smaller

Confidence internally spilling

They won’t take you seriously

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Defensive Architecture

 

Hard corners on tables

To catch hip bones

And ankles

 

Obstructions but also favours

 

A wishing well of water

Look

But don’t touch

Pictures

YOU DO NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TO WITHHOLD THINGS THAT WERE ALREADY MINE.
YOU DO NOT GET TO GIVE THEM AS GIFTS DRESSED IN RIBBON AND FAKE FRIENDSHIP.
YOU DO NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TO TAKE AWAY MY FRIENDSHIP AND DISTORT MY MEMORIES.
YOU DO NOT GET TO CHOOSE WHAT YOU PRESENT TO ME IF IT IS ALL MAKE BELIEVE AND I SEE THROUGH IT.

Please don’t pretend this is redemption.