You don’t want to exist here.
Constantly singing the song of sacrifice,
It fell on deaf ears for 21 years.
Spent that time with the desire to be heard.
You planted roots within women who pulled you from enrichment once you bloomed.
Gave your wisdom to friends who folded into foe and watched as they attempted to fill the minds around them with riddles.
This place will ferment you,
Your words
Your skin
Your ways.