From a very young age
I was made to help,
Hold, support, and heal.
I was good at my role.
But what no one understands
Even though I act like this,
Like a selfless young lady
It does not mean I want to be.
It does not mean I chose to be
This role that everyone expects me to embody
I am to blame for every misfortune,
I should have, could have been
Taken charge. it’s what I was raised to do
After all.
But it is never your fault,
When you take advantage of me.
You appeal to my morals,
Weaponize my kindness,
And manipulate me into
Being your mother, your caretaker,
Your errand girl,
Your bitch.
All because you wouldn’t give a shit.
And of course, you can get away with it.
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