wife of his youth

Do you remember, before you were born, child, how I was sad a lot, for I, back then, was always the other?

While he, in utmost civil tongue, talked and laughed hard with others and shouted and murdered and silenced the me

I talked to you, “It is okay.” and God would keep us and we three would always, always, always have eachother

God danced with us and I with you when no one else would dance with me…there was always and always another


Be the well thought of one
Slander thought leaders in secret

Be the voice of reason
Poison the voice in their heads

Be the beautiful one
Tear down their beauty when no one is looking 

Be invincible 
Make them invisible