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By Liz Date: 2003 Oct 17 Comment on this Work [[2003.10.17.06.25.15217]] |
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you make me less than I am you subtract me from myself you are satisfied with the fake me the one you want me to be. you want me hobbled in a box you want to take my voice and thoughts and breath living with you is a small, daily step toward the death of joy in my soul. I labor on out of some outmoded sense that I need to take care of you of the kids of everyone and the bitterness of not being able to take care of myself is a constant, draining pain. Your great voice roars out of that big head "if you loved me you would..." but in the dark, icy enclave of my soul there is a small spark left that says if you loved me you wouldn't. |