This is my skin. It keeps out the rain and words I’d rather not hear like ‘I’m tired’ or ‘I’m fine’ or ‘We need to talk.’
This is my skin and it’s thick. This is not your skin. Yet you are still under it.
Too many young girls don’t know how to act when someone’s being inappropriate with them. They giggle or they try to brush it off. Don’t do that. Tell them to go fuck themselves - be a bitch. If someone’s being disrespectful to you, be disrespectful right back. Show them the same amount of respect that they show you.
I have quick lipped
sorries in my back pockets,
I still never coped with anger.
There is a handful
of diet pills that could easily
silence the pulse of stronger women
and I threw them out.
I don’t need the possibility of death
I no longer pull blood
from the side of the easy way out.
There will never be a perfect balance,
always too much
always too little
but there are scars
not fresh wounds.
There is nothing simple about this.
There never was.