DO WE EVEN MATTER TO THEM

I sit thinking.

My heart aches. My ability to let go has become a burden because I can’t.

I sit thinking.

The words “I love you” are drowned out by the actions of you really don’t matter.

I sit thinking.

I’ve stepped back to see better. The truth hurts. We don’t even matter.

I sit thinking.

The process of healing without saying a word. It hurts.

I sit thinking.

We do matter, just not to them.

Much love,

Black Mama