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I am bad
Feelings of
Self-loathing
Disgust
Shame
Seem to emanate
from every cell
Oozing from my pores
I am bad
The extreme of
I am Not Enough wounding
What happened to me
that this sentence is so
deeply engrained in my being
That the words are weaved
into my fibres
I am bad
Is it even mine
It could be my parents
Or their parents
Flowing down the ancestral river
Pooling in a stagnant
eddy at my feet
I bathe here often
I am bad
It could be the collective
I am bad
It could be other lifetimes
Whenever I get a bad-attack
When I finally remember
Track my breath
Track my body sensations
Be with the
nausea
heat
density
Until
With enough patience
I am bad…
Enough curiosity
I am bad….
Enough loving awareness
I am bad…..
Transforms into
I am
BADASS.
by Tara Rose