Proximity

A fraction of my life

My proximity

It is my security.

Of the mind, body, and soul.

 

It protects me,

From my family.

Whose hatred and jealousies,

Are out of control.

 

They stock me on the internet,

Causing anxiety and threats.

They laugh, tease, and mock,

As if I have no guts.

 

When will the stocking ever end?

Along with their images of pretend.

I guess through distance, conclusion, and identity,

And my rights to defend.

 

By Toni Stewart-Sales

08/27/2025

Author's Note

All Family aint good family.