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I'm not angry.
I'm dissapointed.
In myself really...

I gave my body permission to be stepped on
Ridiculed
Spat on
And misused

I gave my patience too much space
To thrive in
To expand in
When really all it needed
Was a rest

And this takes me back...
Way way back
To when my mother would say
How difficult it is
To have your sons act up
When all she tries is to protect them

Well, mother
I know the feeling you had now
And along with it, the dispair
Of not knowing what to do
Of not knowing your self-worth