Stephanie Bennett-Henry – They’re my bridges.
Who told you that when you fell, you stayed down too long? That your silent cries were screams for help translating to nothing more than drama seeking attention. That perhaps your pain was self inflicted, maybe you are drawing it out way too long, and god… why can’t you just smile, mouth closed, like an invitation to shut your mouth. Sit, just sit and smile, like a good girl, silent and unheard, like a lady who’s completely cold and unaffected. Who taught you that was strong? Who showed you vulnerability is an ugly kicking and screaming tantrum that everyone looks away from? Who told you every time you feel, you are doing it wrong? Could it be the one who gave a little push and couldn’t stop kicking every time you went down? No one gets to tell you how to feel, who to be or how to heal. Nobody…
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