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Women Are People

Women are people,

Not rewards for good behavior.

Women are people,

Not blank walls to project art onto.

Women are people,

Not pockets to fill with leftover lint

And lives you wish you’d spent

With more than halfhearted sentiment.

Women are people,

Not journals to fill with ideas.

Women are people,

Not dreams to wake up from.

Women are people,

Not books to read and discard

At the end of a long day.

Women are people,

Not streets to walk through

On your way to self-discovery.

Women are people,

Not an outlet for your rage and inadequacy. 

Women are people,

Not a frame of reference for a better life.

Women are people,

Not an anchor in this storm you’ve created. 

Women are people,

Not a mirror for you to style yourself in

And see your ego reflected back

Smiling unceasingly with hands together in praise.

Women are people…

Why is this so hard to grasp?

The Brink of Disaster

Everything feels on the brink of disaster

Like I’m constantly leaning back in a chair

And I’ve slipped

That split second shift

Before I’m heading towards the ground

Or miss a step running down the stairs.

Each sentence out of my mouth

Each thought in my head

Feel like when the knife slips

And you brace for contact.

It’s like the deer that jumps out in front of you

As you hit the brakes

Or when your foot sinks into a hornets’ nest

And the crunch and buzzing meet your ears.

It’s cacti growing out of your back

When you go to order food

Or remember what you wrote 3 months ago

And can’t get out of your head

It’s feeling like any moment

Life could come crumbling down from within

Just because the dishes from last night are still there.

That’s what anxiety is for me…