Divorced
Turn around and stare
Yes, you in the blue
Go ahead,
Judge me
It didn’t make me
It didn’t break me
I am different and I am whole.
You speak the word with disgust
Dripping off your tongue
Like a day old cigarette.
And to you, someone’s mother-
Thank you for the letters
Damning me to hell
They really made it all so clear.
No ones picnic my dear
The skeptical say,
You’re so young
She must be a mess.
I wonder how you got dealt the cards of perfection
Lets cut the bull shit
Divorce
Not. My. Identity.
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