I came in bleeding to death slowly
I learned, applied, and passed.
Barely.
But law isn’t built for me to access
Let alone dictate, like the rest.
I don’t mold my world,
I build it from the abyss
I go to the doctor
And she, in 2022,
Tells me
she couldn’t see me having children
It’s too dangerous, hard and,
*Ellipsis*
I bake my world’s structure into reality
With the heat of indignation,
And your quiet disgust.
I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty View more posts
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