Oppression-Aware Housemate in Berkeley

The calm after the storm
Writing down so I remember
How control seeps into every crack of your day
If you forget to just love
Smiling at a stranger to control them
Under the guise of “helping”
Then the judgements that follow
I might seem crazy
But I do know why
And I’m trying every day
To erase the programming
My nine year old self built
To keep me safe from violence