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once we were sisters i remember when you said i was your favorite, now you're no longer in my life; i remember sitting in your car my hair dancing wild in the wind and our laughter mingling together with sunsets and the stars— i have always wondered if you think of me, because once we were sisters now we're just ghosts; i don't understand why we bury the living when we're both still alive— some people are so okay with letting me go, but i am never okay with losing people; always makes me feel as if i have failed sometimes they say people aren't forever but i wonder if they ever tried to hold onto friendships and love instead of their egos— some people may be toxic, but some people are just learning how to function through their pain; and in your absence i find that i trust no one who promises they'll always be there. all you gave me was rage you invalidated my concerns, my worries, and my trauma; but now you're confused as to why we don't often speak? you can read my journal, and instead of getting some self-reflection you decided to punish me for my feelings; and take things away from me that gave me joy— you refused to let me lock my door when i was angry so i could cool down because it was your house, and you used to yell and belittle me until i couldn't hold in the tears any longer; you were never sorry for hurting me just sorry for the tears that spilled forth out of me— never took the time to get to know me only judged me, i still get nightmares of you as a grown adult because the trauma runs deep; i didn't have depression because i stayed inside a lot— i had depression because all i wanted was to be a good daughter, and you wouldn't even acknowledge me; you used your authority as a weapon in order to demand respect you never gave then got angry when i refused to cave— all i needed was love, all you gave me was rage Bio: Linda M. Crate (she/her) is a Pennsylvanian writer. Her works have been published in numerous magazines and anthologies both online and in print. She is the author of ten poetry chapbooks, the latest being: Hecate's Child (Alien Buddha Publishing, November 2021). She's also the author of the novella Mates (Alien Buddha Publishing, March 2022). She has three micro-poetry collections out: Heaven Instead (Origami Poems Project, May 2018), moon mother (Origami Poems Project, March 2020.), and & so i believe (Origami Poems Project, April 2021). She has published four full-length poetry collections Vampire Daughter (Dark Gatekeeper Gaming, February 2020), The Sweetest Blood (Cyberwit, February 2020), Mythology of My Bones (Cyberwit, August 2020), and you will not control me (Cyberwit, March 2021). Poetry Feature for Linda M. Crate from the Anthologies New poems from Linda M. Crate “all i wanted is to be loved” “i’ve outrgrown you” and more 5 poems by Linda M. Crate Several new poems by Linda M Crate
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