By Mac Guerreiro

Eye’m not always my age,

Eye get passive aggressive,

Eye try not to give into my rage,

But it’s so hard to do,

Because in those moments Eye’m not the woman you knew,

Eye’m a child,

My elders trying to control my wild,

Sending me reeling,


Eye say shitty things,

Eye don’t feel deserving,

You’re just there,

Are you sure you don’t want to leave?

Go somewhere?

Somewhere else,

Somewhere void of dolls on shelves,

Trying so hard to be who they are,

Even though they’ve never known where to start

Published by Mystical Mac

Born in Brazil and raised in California eye am an artist better identified as a conscious creator and intuitive healer. My gift for storytelling in various forms as well as my keen perception into the metaphysical allows me to share my perspective in ways that eye hope are of help and use to those around me. Thank you for reading, listening and watching; it means the world to me.

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