When you aren’t [Poem]

When women aren’t able to be feminine,
when feminine in all flowering forms is degraded,
even the smallest put down is a problem.
When flowers are replacing women’s dignity,
while shutting down all life and sanity around,
and we are told we are all insane,
that is not acceptable way to live for anyone.
When women aren’t able to hear of profound wounding,
When insanity becomes our normal,
When in secrecy your envy is invading my privacy,
When out of your psychosis you need others to crawl for you,
When forgiveness isn’t an option anymore,
Due to years of avoiding speaking of your violence and sins
You are not my mother,
you are not my sister,
you are not my friend,
you are a destroyer of anything valuable sacred and good.
You aren’t anything significant to me.