i’ve been knocking my fists
at the doors to your chest
for years, begging you to
return to me my dignity.
literally and figuratively.
now, i’m blasting down the
fucking entryway to your
heart. because what belongs
to me is something you can’t
have. regardless of how
long it took for me to give
it all to you, what is mine
is mine. and though i know
that pieces of you are scattered
in court cases of abuses inflicted
on you, that’s no excuse for the
slivers of me you’ve decided
to try and keep. so it’ll be me
again trying to find my way out.
but this time i’m not asking
for permission to let me go.
30 September 2020
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