At first, it was mostly just y'all— I agree
But now it's mutual, the cutting from lives
And honestly, all is a-okay with me
But that day when y'all forced me out, I got hives
Not just one or two— nine hundred, head past knee
Plus the retching that comes when realness arrives
Turning all once known into emote debris

'Side from retching and itching— I felt the knives
As y'all hacked my branch off the family tree
Y'all were proudly cheesing betwixt your hi-fives
Y'all could have just cut me down an inch or three
But y'all kept me erased from current archives
Y'all sourly poured out all my luscious life's tea
While y'all were pointing and saying all your I'ves
I found myself alone— I found myself free

I've now come to find that all of this derives
From a long pattern that y'all refuse to see
I know that said pattern, it only survives
If I allow it to continue to be
The pattern of the bitterly silent wives
Of pretending that shit smells of potpourri
The pattern of drinking controlling all drives
Of become invisible— of just agree
That nasty age-old pattern, it only thrives
Because y'all keep the pattern as your payee

But it can't take me down as it surely strives
No matter how it begs, borrows, or makes plea
I won't fall back in with my kinfolk of jives
I'll speak for the pattern, but not it for me
I have removed from my leg the tight clan gyves
I broke the cycle that existed of pre
And I'll make sure this pattern never revives
Please consider this my oath— my soul's decree

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