You're Obviously in the Wrong Place

Exhausting, right?

It gets exhausting, doesn’t it

Carrying not only your trauma

But the stories left untold and seared onto your ancestors’ lips

It gets uncomfortable

Adjusting to the tight and heavy stare of strangers that you pass

I’m sure it gets exhausting

Taking a second for yourself

but then being pulled apart for your unresponsiveness

Following society’s clock instead of your internal beats

And all this time,

you didn’t say one. single. word

I hope it was not exhausting hearing me say

how exhausted we are