Personalities don’t jive and mesh look in the quiver. The only arrow passive aggression and I crave directness want us in one direction that’s when we breed affection but instead you serve insurrection trying to teach me a lesson what happened to love that was sent down from heaven. [Spoken word] Blame catastrophize control, and disappoint silence fear communication removal Frame behavior as concern, obtuse views on willingness to learn All week you do nothing but sing from the hymnal, but I read God‘s word too. That words unconditional when he speaks of love that’s perfect white Dove and no matter the mountain we fly high enough and when we rise above, that’s when we meet the sun that’s when our souls Jesus God, and the holy ghost are one. [Spoken word] Call me names unemotional Warmth, lacking, no caring no understanding manipulation tactics And when we’re apart hard to heart, we start to turn things into what they’re not and poke at each other like we’re throwing darts and you no ME well what sets off my alarms so every name a bull’s-eye and shame the game expert at your art. I’m always left feeling small, a stepping stone for self-righteous notions of being tall offering support as you jerked the rug from out from under me I fall wardens of my foundation. I’m in a constant prison of your cold calculating self-serving directions if I have a different differing opinion it’s that with snooty division igniting opinion and argument filled with pretentious conditions, judgment, wrapped love I don’t feel it can’t Cannon Fodder not sweetie not baby I have a name, but you just call me daughter [Spoken word] Managing discomfort framed as love I need a breather from this dynamic. It does more harm than good. No I love you. Hope that is enough. You’ll always be Mom and POP and I love you through and through no butts so purely it’s clear you don’t see you’re unaware when you hurt me back me into corners manipulate my story build stress and anxiety not right it’s impropriety others parents show love when I see it is so outside to me I don’t recognize you sometime. It’s like you’re trying to hide from me sometimes I stress you too. This isn’t right we need adjustment. I know we have a lifetime. I love to write rise above this, but I’m suffocating under the weight of your judgment. This is literal feelings visceral thoughts are criminal only truth, subliminal, and all I have are obstacles and POP you’re my person and I’ll always love my mama, but I need a little air to breathe. That’s free of all this drama and I know you’re always there for me, but please respect your daughter. Salem life – – life on the fringe feelings, unhinged desiring binge every communication nothing but cringe. Gotta go now my phone blowing up almost helpful ginge TGB life – – Salem doesn’t just play apart. She’s a building block of beating heart a sprinter from the start. With her, it’s easy others hard. A capable woman a work of art out on her own going far

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