V; 12.05.22
I don’t think anyone has ever made me feel as worthless as you made me feel. You lifted me up, to drag me down into the Hell of your own creation. You tasted my heart and thought it had to be your own, we’re different people, and that is something to take with grace. You preach and love to speak, but do you consider there is a world outside your narrow points of view?
I’m without education, and it angers you.
You’re in debt because of education, you made it apparent that angers you.
You cannot bite your tongue, so it bites you back.
You talk about social issues that pertain to my lived experiences, that angers you.
For I have lived, unconcerned of the logistics—that angers you.
I’m not scared, I know that makes you uncomfortable.
An empowering realization—I was utterly struck by the shallow words you put into my drums. I ate my fear and gave it to you.
Isn’t it funny how that works?
I just think it’s interesting.
Sometimes, it is good to feel fear.
And it is good to be feared.