RIP Angela
Body multilated by misogyny
You'll never be the person
God intended you to be
A dark shroud over your judgement
and lack of empathy
I hardly recognize you
When you talk down to me
Does it make you feel superior?
Does it make you feel better?
To convince yourself that spiritually
You are excluded
Well I'm still here, Dependably
between the rock and hard place
where you taught me
How to be a Woman
I never thought that you were jealously
Looking for an escape
Going to incredibly great lengths
to Change every single. fundamental. thing
about yourself
You've turned into the very thing
We used to hide from.
You've abandoned me here.
Where do I go now??
Now that you've gone.
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