superRESPONSIBILITY

so i am at cross road
how do i swallow what i know and call myself woman?

how do i look someone in the eye and say i love them, all the while
holding their happiness in a shit covered bag, that only the world
can smell.

bad analogy, maybe?

but i know this. this year is going to be bigger than the cheaters and the beaters and the womanizers and the liars and the haters and haters and the haters.

i will find a way.

i will find my way.

i will find you when i get there.