it’s a blessing that i’m angry
because i might go the rest
of my life, believing that the
ladder you created is the one
i’m meant to climb, that the
roadmap you curated, is my
lifeline. that signing my name
in ink marks the confines of
a life i promised to live, but
now it’s clear that i can’t live
up to the line, can’t measure
up to the mark, becuase now
i realize that all this time, my
body…
