I take a deep breath as I step into the office, prepared to share the story of why I am there. I am welcomed with the sight of a stern face and cold eyes. Sitting down I started my story. "I'm being bullied," I say and then continue with the details. Only 30 seconds in I am interrupted by a loud sigh. I look up from my hands to see the cold eyes staring at me. She then proceeds to tell me a thing she heard, a month ago, out of context, that wasn't her business. I tried to explain because I know I would never ever say those things with meaning. I tried to tell her believe it or not that it was actually a game and she just happened to hear what I had to say and no one else. I stared at my hands as she went on, telling me it was my fault and that I must have given my bully a reason to bully me. All I wanted was to tell her what was going on and instead she flipped it around and made me into the villain. Tears welled up in my eyes and started dripping down my face. She looked at them with disgust and continued blaming me. My breathing got faster and my legs started shaking. Once again she looked at me and dismissed me. I tried so hard to tell her what was going on and how much it hurt me but it had led me here, shaking uncontrollably. Finally I was dismissed and I walked down the hallway, through the door, and into the fresh air where I allowed myself to sob and lose it completely. One thought came to my mind in full clarity, never would I ever step back into that office.
The office that will haunt my nightmares
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Who Gave You The Right?(I took inspo from the song Right, by Morgan St Jean)
Stop
Telling
Woman
What
They
Can
And
Can't
Do
This is not ok
You think
Just because
When you were born
And the nurse held you up
Saying,
"It's a boy"
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I don't know what it is
I have never wanted
Something more than I do now
The problem is
I don't know what
I don't know what
I long for
What I reach for
It's like a dream
Blurry and unrecognizable
I want this thing
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Reporters
In the car
After dark
With the headlights shining
On the wet pavement
Like stars on the ground
I curl up in my seat
And the news is on
Voices fill the car
Not my own
Not my dads
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