A LIVING OBITUARY

The moon twinkles bright in the dark, lonely night sky

An air of sadness surrounds me

I feel betrayed; Betrayed like baby birds when their mom pushes them out the nest so they can learn how to fly, Betrayed like a confused kitten when his mom hisses at him, Betrayed like being told I’m worthless–

I’m useless

I’m worthless

I’m useless

I’m worthless

They don’t need me anymore; after giving my whole life to them, I was shown the door, Oh! The despair, the desolation, the dejection, the dishonour, Once a common name, now forgotten; the times have really changed, haven’t they? The horror!

To face the defamation of being kicked out of the company and then finding out I am being replaced by a younger, shinier me! Why was the guise suddenly more important than the realism?

And the detriment felt like a knife to the gut

So solemn, so sombre, so subdued, I walk home scattering sadness all along the path, Oh! How ill-mannered of me to not introduce myself–My last name is Pockets, Women’s Pockets.

by Tanisha Shah

— YAY so happy we needed to get together soon

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by Clara Kristanda

0 LOVE BEING WOMAN