People talk about others like property.
People speak of loved ones the way men spoke of black people years ago.
"I want him"
"she is mine"
"you can't have him"
"you don't deserve her"
It's sick. Making my tummy tumble down a hill and crash toward you. I did this. I spoke of you this way. Yet your not mine. I can't want you. I can't have you. Nor do I deserve you. I guess that is why I'm now being punished. Karma is hitting me the way I'm sure it hit slave traders back then. I'm hurting. I'm not sleeping. I'm also realizing **"your not mine. "