A poem titled Rage Room. It reads: i considered visiting one, but it costs forty dollars for one hour i could go to the dollar store, bring home cheap junk to wail on with my baseball bat but there is nowhere in my loft to let loose without terrifying my neighbors and cats every day i grit and grind my teeth clenching the white-hot fury in my jaw shut myself in, avoid everyone and everything seething is exhausting, yet i can’t sleep all my energy focused on forcing containment sure, i can pay forty dollars but it would be a waste a woman’s anger is never given enough room to rage
Like Solange said in her song, Mad:
I'm tired of explaining
Man, this shit is draining
But I'm not really allowed to be mad
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