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Showed this to my brother and all he says is, “It’s like you don’t understand how amazing target flip flops are.”

Hi I’m Bi and this is me.

My entire life people have said to me, your mom is like a mama bear the way she defends you. I’ve always agreed. Cause she is, I wouldn’t doubt it be worried at all if I needed help I knew she would be there to protect me. It’s what I loved about her. But it’s also what I feared most. As I grew older it stopped being her coming to my rescue and became me cowering at this power of the mother bear. I was no longer her helpless cub. Somehow in the years and the months that I had grown I had become the hunter, the prey. There was no difference to those two identities in the eye of my mother bear. Instead of being protected by her great and mighty swings, I was cowering to them. Instead of being sheltered in her gentle warmth, I had become trapped in her icy harsh gaze. I don’t know when it changed. I don’t remember switching positions. I fear the bear. There are some moments where I am that cub again the cub who’s only flaw was that it got too comfortable being protected. It never last long. Sometimes it’s the way I breathed other times it’s because of my heart and my beliefs. Sometimes it’s because I am responsible for the actions of others. So when people smile and tell me how great it must be to be the cub of a mother bear I smile and I nod. They don’t know why a cub would have any fear of its mother and they don’t know why I wince right before I begin to smile.

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So I saw this post talking about how Gen Z and young millennials were being raised in a now disrespectful culture; meaning we are being told it’s ok and good to be disrespectful and that’s why we have been so outspoken and often time rude to others. However I wouldn’t say we are showing disrespect, we are very clearly being told that it is our right to be treated like humans and to treat other people like humans I don’t see disrespect I see knowing our self worth.

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I’ve been at a pretty low point this past week and haven’t really had anybody to reach out to about it so I wrote this poem. Often times when we get sad we turn to a best friend, they know all our secrets and our stories but how often do you find that that person who’s supposed to be there isn’t? That’s kind of what I wrote this poem about so thanks for reading.

Where am I? Why am I like this? Why do they keep exchanging looks like that?