Thank you

For explaining my own feelings to me

And growing angry when I press you

And pushing me away.

I understand now

That there isn’t a safe space at this table

Where I can be valued

Without needing to shrink.

Thank you

For pointing me onward

When I was searching for an exit

Of a mold that couldn’t hold me

And was suffocating my spirit.

I understand now

That when I stretch my wings

I deserve to fly

Without hitting a ceiling.

Thank you

For using harsh words with me

For showing the color of your passion

And the sound of your ire.

I understand now

That we will not see each other

When one of us sits higher

Without regard for difference.