NaPoWriMo
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No matter what happens to me,If I find someone elseOr stay single,You will always be the one I tell people aboutWhen they ask about my mom.You will be who my kids call grandmaBecause no matter whatI always felt safe with you. I can’t say that about anyone else.
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The things we expect from women: Tend the house,Raise the kids,Have a meaningful career,Grow another human,Only to push it from her body,And we have the audacity to expect herTo look perfect doing it. What do we give her in return? Lesser pay, Fewer human rights, Expect so much more of herGive her all the blame,And
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Late nightsEarly Mornings.For years this has been my life.Most days it feels like it always will be.But only a few more years if I Work hard,Finish school.It will be then that my life Will finally feel like mine again.
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LightheadedNauseous Painful. No one should have to work this wayYet I’m expected to.You need your hand held.You need someone else to do the work, Take the time,Make sure it’s right. You take vacation after vacationYet the one time I need to stay home sickYou make me feel like shit.
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I used to proudly call you mine. In some ways I still doBut that was until you let go. You told me I was fucked in the head. You couldn’t give a real fucking reason.You watched me leave as I fled to my grandparents home, And the only think about wasHow you tolerated me. I
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Running aroundLike a mad womanTrying to keep everything together.DeadlinesMeetingsFilings. All of these things have fallen to me.This is how I thrive.This is how I excel.Dump work on meAn obscene amount of workI will do it.And I will do it well.
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I’ve reached a point where I can’t figure out what to write about anymore. My emotions – the feelings that are coming with the things happening around me – have me silently shutting down. Depression is a real monster. I battle it daily. I feel like I’m slipping. Maybe that’s what I’ll write about today…….
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Today I don’t really know what to write about. Today I don’t really feel like writing. But here is what I have to say today, and I hope it in some way makes sense. Slip the filter in the machine,Add three scoops of grounds,Place the cup underneath, Press start. It starts the gurgling of the
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You tried hang meYou wanted to silence meYou tried to make me look the fool.But what you didn’t expectWas for me to stand proudlyOn the gallowsAnd thenWith a smile on my faceAnd the coldness in my heartI escaped.
Lyrical Logic 