She beats herself up
About beating herself up,
Always casting the first stone
When as the Bible claims
She has no right to,
This worm ouroboros thinking
The cat chasing its own tail,
Uncertain as to what
Do to with it when it catches it,
Finally, concluding
She is what she is,
And shouldn’t deny it,
Or feel guilty about it,
Or regret what she does
When she does what she does
To survive,
She can’t live her life
Devouring herself,
Hitting her own head
With rocks she has
No right to throw,
She must cease
Waking up and thinking
About what other people
Might be thinking
About her.
“I am what I am,”
As Popeye might have
Once said,
Only to get on with her life
She needs a lot more
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