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You and I use the same words
Yet you put them together
Into sentences and it causes me to shudder
I am appalled by how conventional you are.
Don’t look at me with boredom and condescension
Because I don’t meet your standards
You’ve been cursed with conventional beauty
And a possibly overactive thyroid.
And there you are parading around
Please. You are giving me a headache.
It exhausts me how trendy you are.
It suffocates me how on top of all things modern you are
You are going somewhere? You have things to do?
Important things?
Click, click, click in your high heels and that look on your face
Saying “My life is important, and I’m doing things that matter”.
I’m not. Simply trying to survive. That, I’m told, is sinful.
God forbid I speak that out loud. “What a waste. She is just trying to survive”.
You must be a ‘go-getter’ says my mother, says my teacher
Says the world. Where am I going and what am I getting? Say I.
Get. Get. Get. I have so much to give and no one wants it.
Why is that?
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