and if you don’t stand solid,
every day, men will see you
trying to be soft & slice at you
until you show that you’re still sharp at your core.
express that you will always be sharp.
you’re only soft, for everyone else.
on that day, stop forgetting.
[ this is a repost of a poem that i have had written for quiet some time. it was important to me to show that sometimes folks are too tired to heal but also too tired to do better. or different. obviously i know no longer self harm by proxy of relationships! this is just a poem i have had for a while and simply never released! i hope you enjoy! ]
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ren s.
fanfic writer interested in topics of social engagement, class, gender, and social violence.
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