Sunday, April 28, 2024

Pick Me

I was raised to be picked, to do everything, and to do tricks. I was raised to be picked, to show that I was witty, pretty, and not so thick. I was raised to be picked, giving up my thoughts, beliefs, and wishes. I was raised to be a servant, giving up my desires, wants, and needs for theirs.

I was taught to be subservient, to be kind, to not hit back, to accept and to give in.

I was taught to be like Christ and turn the other cheek as they attacked my body.

I was taught to be the girl they wanted, like what they do, cook, clean, do laundry, and not complain.

I was taught to be a pick me; that my worth was only based on if I could become what they wanted me to be. 


I was picked, and my life turned into hell.

I was picked, and I was never good enough. 

I was picked, and I was unsatisfied in bed.

I was picked, and in the end, it didn’t even matter. 


I picked me, and I’m doing better.

I picked me, and I’m healthier, happier, and wiser.

I picked me, and I’m standing on my own two feet.

I picked me, and now I know I’ll always pick me over them.


Sunday, January 7, 2024

Boundaries

That line in the sand that makes you think That line in the sand that you made to stick When the line in the sand is moved or shaken When the line in the sand is no longer visible 

The boundaries that we make for our own sake. 

The boundaries that we make for our sanity

The way we make sure we are safe from others

The way we make sure others are safe from us.


When I make those lines in the sand, please stop trying to demand

When I say no, please stop making me go.

When the answer I give is questioned, please stop making me explain.

The answer is mine, and the boundary is set. 


Stop making me explain, as you complain I do overly too much

Stop questioning what I say, No means no full stop. 

I am who I am fuck your expectation.

I didn’t sign up for your reality. 


My boundaries are my own, I’ll say it once and once alone.

If you find yourself out in the cold.

Think about what was said, the questions, and the broom in your hand.

My boundaries have been set in stone, you can blame your actions alone.