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The Female Urge To...
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2022-03-11
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If I was the one most despised,
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then why
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was I
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the one that survived?
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Why did my siblings deign,
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seeing death was imminent
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and Chronos would get his way
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to remake the world in his image,
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decide
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that the one who also destroys
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and has never for a single moment known love
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be the one who the divine
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genocide
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survived?
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Which one of my siblings looked at me and thought
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that what the infant world needed was destruction's favorite god?
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Who spun their ceasing gaze
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towards my way
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and blessed me human so I Chronos forgot?
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It's a gaze I've come
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to become
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familiar with,
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this insistence
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that I'm not a burden,
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that I'm not by presence hurting,
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that to keep breathing I don't have to earn.
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But no matter how many times I fish for my mother's pity,
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I can't bring myself to, when her mouth makes the sound
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that I'm a blessing to all those around,
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her strained declaration believe.
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"But if you knew
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all that I've put people through,
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would you
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still feel the same?"
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Sharpened by heartache,
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tempered by pain,
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forged in despair,
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I, bond-breaking blade?
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*Whatever you did is dead and gone
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and in so many worlds away.
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There are enough armchair Christs.
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Stop self-inflicting pain.*
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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