When I had just turned 6, I was pulled in two…for the next 45 years…
45 years. Sounds like a prison sentence, doesn’t it?
“Charissa, we the jury sentence you to 45 years hard labor
in the male body penitentiary, no parole, no time off for good behaviour.
And you can never know what exactly is wrong with you
just that something is…wrong with you.
You are required to only know about part of yourself,
the other half belongs to us, in the name of gender, amen.”
*Gavel slams down and logs go bang in the fire*
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Charissa your post is soo powerful and soo spot on!
thanks GK…you really have no idea tho. Just glad it’s finally over
Can’t like this 😦
Wishing I had been there with you.
But glad,
so glad,
I’m here now.
me too, dani…me too…back then, the big’uns might have separated us anyway…for your protection, of course (you know the story)
Yes. I do.