There was a time I felt bad for not belonging, for not understanding their cool slangs that were actually micro aggressions against women,
For not pulling my trousers low enough that it fell off my behind, for not being the one that started fights and used words that made other people feel like shit,
They made my normal feel abnormal, made me feel like I didn't belong on the grounds I had placed my feet on,
It took me a long time but I learnt, learnt that the grounds I had placed my feet on where not mine and the house I was in was one I wasn't invited to.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The heart that cried wolf
Poesía~ This book contains several write ups like the one below ~ I use to think that whatever you put into the universe would always come back to you, just like a boomerang, but not all boomerangs return to their throwers, I've played the role of putting...
