Mammy, martyr, mule, Whore
Do a split on a dick
Fall on a sword
Bite my tongue
Swallow blood
Swallow semen
By force
By friendship
Kinship
By duty
Habit
Hope
I believed I could heal you
Help you heal wholly
Holy
My skin as your bandages
Because I believe your wounds
But my bruises and blood
Are lies
Earned
I suppose I do deserve
To carry water for you while I die of thirst
I do your share and mine
While you criticize, shame and deflect
Your protection comes with conditions that can never be met
Can’t build kingdoms on the shifting sand of your delusion
Headwraps to hide my migraines
My pain
My anger
All valid I own my disgust
distrust
I’m done carrying your water
Being your mule

Fiyah Angelou

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