Boiling Point
Published in
Oct 4, 2022
Feminist Class Struggle is the Best Therapy
- Mental Health Under Capitalism
Sometimes I open the tea drawer at the wrong angle
It will not budge, and then suddenly shoves too far open
Living is hard, I think to myself as I rip a package for the tea
My inner child rebels, I think life and relationships are easy.
You just let stuff get in the way
To talk myself down, I want to turn to the nearest free-
frolicking child and tell them: Listen…
I used to think like you
Then it came for me too
And the real life Child before me then responds:
Who are you, Old Man
to presume my naivete?
I am just born, more attuned than you will ever be
It has already come for me
