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I can’t speak about this directly, so I’m writing this poem instead. Don’t ask what this is about, I’m not able to say, it’s real stuff that I can’t talk about online, but I need to write about it, writing therapy
You steal my home
From under my feet
You make me
A second class citizen
In my own space
You pit me against my brothers and sisters
You pit me against my children and parents
And you want me to move?
You paralyze me
And then you ask me to move?
You spit on me
And then you ask me to smile?
You hit me, over and over,
And then you expect me to comply?
You set out to destroy my home
Wall by wall
Brick by brick
Heart by loving heart
Turning it dark
Stealing all the light
Breaking apart
All the love
And then you expect us to… what?
Would it help to talk to someone? Yes, but how?
Nah. I got loads of ppl to talk to f2f who are in the same boat…so we talk. But i just needed to also write
Having many expressive options can get complicated though I think might do well to go back to managing with complications.
Thinking of you Maha!
Sounds not good. In dutch we wish eachother ‘sterkte’, strength, to deal with it.
I hope you’ll get through this.
💔
Love and solidarity my friend xx
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