Anger

Today, I shared a spot of poetry that I wrote last week with my friend Pablo. They told me to publish it. 

Since we're getting all open and vulnerable again, here it is. 

How do I talk about my anger? 

My anger is sadness. 

My anger is lonely. 

My anger is how dare you say those things to me.

My anger is how dare you shut me out.

My anger is wanting to care, but not knowing how to show it. 

My anger is having all of these feelings inside

I want them to flow freely.

Who told me I had to keep them in?

My anger is vulnerable

What if I let you see my anger?

My anger is a little brown girl

My anger is little girl you're not welcome here

My anger is I belong any place where I am.

Am I here? Then I belong.

My anger is too much

My anger is a woman who has been told she is too much

But not enough

My anger is all consuming.

Because all of these things are inside me

My anger is want. 

I want to be loved

And I want to love

Freely

Openly

Without fear

But my anger is fear

Of standing up

Of standing out

Of speaking

Of loving

Of wanting

Of needing

Of being.

But I embrace that anger

I am

That anger