Some of us have a place where we keep the stuff.
The rage, from all the betrayal
From all the injustice
From all the victimization
From all the brutality
Shrinks and aunts think we should open it up
This box of rage
“It’s better to confront it…”
Would they say that if they knew what was in it?
Would they help us slit a throat?
Would they help us burn something to the ground?
Their commitment is limited to their yearly family dinner
Or to 50 minutes once a week
When the heavy lifting starts
When we need to bury a body
It will only be us
And then we’ll just start filling the box again
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