I Said No
Actually, I screamed it. But only in my head.
i wasn't broken
like a twig he stepped on
like a bottle top he forced
it's just that when you're
bent
bent
bent
until you stop refusing
until you stay silent
somehow your silence
becomes acquiescence
and you just count the cracks
in the ceiling
and slowly forget
that you ever had the right
to the word
no
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Natasha Simpson
I am a lover of food, travel, poetry, and oxford commas | @natashaspoetry on IG, twitter, and tumblr
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