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66">popping up, texting up, wanting, wanting, grabbing, demanding, domineering, taking - with the reality of me having to just brace myself, suck it up, take a breath.</p><p id="600c">And then it is over again, until next time, until the next ask, the next come do this, The next somehow it is still a thing when it should not be a thing now, here, with</p><p id="3f94">my screen, down, my windows, shuttered. It is okay to be a bit angry, I tell myself. My shop is closed today.</p><p id="7578"><b><i>Jenny Justice </i></b><i>is a <a href="https://link.medium.com/54FKW36WPX">mom</a>, <a href="https://link.medium.com/qepG742WPX">Sociology</a> instructor, and writer. You can follow her on <a href="https://medium.com/@jennyjustice">Medium</a> and at <a href="https://www.facebook.com/jennyjusticewriter/">Jenny Justice, Writer</a>. She has been recognized as a Top Writer on Medium in Poetry, Parenting, Reading, Education, Books, Racism, Feminism and Climate Change, so far. You can follow her poetry at<a href="https://medium.com/justice-poetic"> Justice Po

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Drags

A Poem

Honestly, I wish you hadn’t asked me. I would rather not I would rather not I would rather not.

One name, one word, such anger, such closing down. I am closed, please come again, leave a message, no more today.

This situation, this situation that it exists at all, irks me, nags at me, pulls at me, drags at me,

I get tired at the mention of this word, this name, I get exhausted, I need a nap, I need a rest, I need to recover from it all.

Poetry is a release, so cryptic, so freeing. And yet, month after month, it arises, it comes back, the past — vampire, vampire, vampire.

popping up, texting up, wanting, wanting, grabbing, demanding, domineering, taking - with the reality of me having to just brace myself, suck it up, take a breath.

And then it is over again, until next time, until the next ask, the next come do this, The next somehow it is still a thing when it should not be a thing now, here, with

my screen, down, my windows, shuttered. It is okay to be a bit angry, I tell myself. My shop is closed today.

Jenny Justice is a mom, Sociology instructor, and writer. You can follow her on Medium and at Jenny Justice, Writer. She has been recognized as a Top Writer on Medium in Poetry, Parenting, Reading, Education, Books, Racism, Feminism and Climate Change, so far. You can follow her poetry at Justice Poetic.