I know you want me to run –
screaming into the hills
like the banshee I am
in all of your paintings
hung in a gallery of shame;
each one titled ‘self-hate’.
Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019
I know you want me to run –
screaming into the hills
like the banshee I am
in all of your paintings
hung in a gallery of shame;
each one titled ‘self-hate’.
Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019
You shouldn’t allow anybody to have this sort of control over you, letting someone else, dictate, how you’re, supposed to feel about yourself…
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