Nobody asks me to carry everything I do.

I do it bc I want to,

And it makes me happy.

But when I have to put something down

'Cause it’s getting too heavy,

I’m treated like I have caused

A PERSONAL offense

Punishable by being ripped open

And ogled at

Without my consent.

Spoken to condescendingly,

Sexualized,

Slut-shamed,

And treated like I’m “tripping.”

When I speak,

It’s like,

“Nobody gets that part of me I’ve never spoken out loud.

Wow.”

Yet when it’s to you I have to express myself,

It’s sneak dissing

And being hurtfully dismissed.

If you’re a man listening to this

Thinking you sent me on this spiral

Please don’t flatter yourself.

A man could never make me cry

More than crocodile tears

To get my way.

This is for everyone that claims to love me

And know me better than I know myself.

Claims to understand me

And see me

More than I’ll ever know.

Sometimes I wanna get mad at my mom,

But I almost killed her when I was born.

Is this my punishment?

Every time I disappoint her,

Does she resent me

Por el trauma que causé

Pa’ que me diera luz?

Chronicles of being friends with a pick me