Like the classic imperialist
You stand on the foundation of my creation
Drink my juice
Enjoy the fruits of my labor
And otherwise benefit from
My care creativity devotion power courage innovation and hard work
While simultaneously
Disrespecting me at the core
Devaluing what I offer
Disregarding discounting everything I have done
Everything you could not have accomplished
A Parasite
You feed off of me
Aggrandizing your sense of self
Assuaging your lack of competency and self-worth
While pointing an accusatory and shaming blaming finger at me
As I struggle to comprehend
What just happened
What just hit me
When my arms heart and smile
Were wide open
Embracing you loving you nurturing you
Sharing with you the magic of my invocation
Like the loving giving Mother
I was once baffled and bewildered
Staggering around in a dizzy state of confusion
Internalizing all your emptiness and darkness
Holding myself responsible and accountable
For your Lack
Thinking there was something wrong with me
Too big too loud too strong too happy too able too radiant with Gd’s Light
But now I understand
I am beautiful I am good I am perfect as I am
And I will no longer
Serve as the container of your darkness
Or Bow to your envy
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