Other

I’m fucking exhausted, I’m a tired “other”
every gaze and pound of pressure grate on my shoulders
my neck is cramping while my period blood bleeds
Winning an argument is what everyone needs
Surviving alone I’ve held my tongue long
too long and now phlegm gush out when I have my mouth closed
Year after year I heeded to everyone’s oblivion
never once did someone try to seek out my jargon
pain is as disappointing as anger is throbbing
my vein pulses with silent resolve also anxiety
how far I’ve come to learn how to defend
my core, alone, over, and over again

Inspired by “The Danger of a Single Story”- Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

“What is Otherness?”
What is Otherness?