I know you’re not happy with me
I figured out what you were doing
Then I had the nerve to stand up to you
You made it a point to make my life miserable
It became an obsession
You kept at it
Digging away
The ‘dog whistle’ gets louder by the day
The eerie silence hasn’t stopped, either eavesdropping every chance you get
You flow between the two with ease
People expect us to move back where we came from. They see it as a failure. Because of what you’re doing.
One way or another, we will come out on the other side. Safe. Intact. In a new home. Without having to move back.
Island of Misfit Mamas 