Signal

A signal for change could be my switching my hostess treat selection because I did not
want to bend lower for my more desired choice..,

Becoming Clean

It clicked... Jekyll and Hyde has been the story of the men of both my family life and social life...

Their loving Jekyll side would fertilize my amnesia for their hostile 

Hyde side and plant my feet wherever their feet were... 

Stamina has washed over me.., becoming clean in the knowledge I can wait for a good person 

that will be consistent

Anymore

A classmate publicly attacked my looks ... My usual tears did not come

Maybe I am not that effected girl any more

Ripped Awning

I have listened to a lot of boring people in the name of male  approval...

This annoying need hung over me like a ripped awning flapping in the wind

Starting to release my remaining human shreds of male approval has made me
sort of excited

Man in the Mirror

Every morning, my manager plays "Man in the Mirror" sung by Michael Jackson..,
I use it as an opportunity to reflect on my goals.. Asking myself in what ways
I want to be better .., do better ..,

Every Color

I am outgrowing a man..... Phasing out daily communication.., I decided not to engage

in certain habits of escape .... I want to be alert for every color of my grief

Pieces of Art

A woman was describing her work-outs.... Looking at her friend, she proclaimed:

"Bodies are pieces of art"