My Mama Told Me
My mama told me that my mental illness is not poetic. My mama told me that my mental illness is not romantic. Nor pathetic. My mental illness is not pretty. It’s not gritty. Nor witty.
But my mama told me.. My mental illness couldn’t stop me from doing good in life. And she was right.. I’m still breathing while i’m choked to death in despair.
When the sun is still shining, i know i can keep going. My mental illness has turned so many cuts into poetry. They bring certain people joy; clearly, not everyone. And my mama told me, “You do you”. We all breathe the same air but roaming this earth to please them all is never my mission. It never was my mission and it will never be. So now i’ll just keep walking.. Pleasing myself, not them. Respecting all my flaws… And no longer romanticizing my cuts.
-elzbthfebs
