Beloved,

Why do you stay and die daily
to men who are thunderous rage
and anger? Your sons and daughters
need you to find your wings and fly.

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Mirror mirror on the wall…..

On those days I want to curse
the mirror for its reflection

I remind myself that without
hesitation I peeled away my

skin, slipped out of it for you
and stitched myself back together

with the threads of self hate
my feet were a journey of sadness

I was lost under the weight
of your disapproving eyes

treated as nothing more than
a footnote on the pages of

your book, and I am no longer
asking permission to love myself

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