Thanks Mom
Thanks for toleranting my "Phases"
my changes
my rotations
my edits
my-
well thanks for tolerating my "discoveries"
my understanding of what I've always known
my new definition of love
thanks for your toleration of me becoming more of me
wait a minute.
why do you tolerate my existance?
just because your dusty book says that it's not okay?
but im your daughter so what the hey
she can think girls are pretty
long as she has a man on her wedding day
thanks but no thank you mom
im not tolerating this anymore.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
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