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My mother is a woman like no other.
You were the first, the first man I loved, the first to hold me in your arms and make me feel like nothing could go wrong. The first to look at me like I was perfect, the first to make me feel truly safe. But You taught me something too.
An open letter to the catcallers, butt-pinchers, hand groopers, and excesive sexual content broadcasters, Stop. We've asked nicely. Ignored you. Spoken softly. But we are tired. I am tired.
In my sleep I dreamt it was day.
I collected in a box all the things I left behind,
You’re so maybe, just maybe