It’s not fair-Georgia Park/Private Bad Thoughts

I am a poet! I am. I am. I am a poet, I reaffirmed, ashamed.

“It’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s
NOT FAIR!”
I kick at the air to find no resistance
and no repercussions, i almost lose my balance
I stomp harder on the ground
but there’s no one there to hear me

too many hands have run over my body
and i don’t think it was lovingly.

I am just a plaything. someone sees me
throwing a fit, and they saw aw,
how cute is that
she thought she could make a difference

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