Anita-Corbo

I'm writing for myself today. Not for anyone else. There are alot of people I want to uplift & inspire but being true to myself is important to me. I heal sometimes through sarcasm. Maybe by purging my memory others will feel less wounded & less alone so I’ll take my chances by just jotting down my feelings & crossing my fingers.

Hey little girl, you yelled out loud to me to “Go die old bitch!” – while I was taking a shower…

Then you laughed with your little friend & I thought to myself how a little kid so young could be so cruel to just scream out loud in public at me in a public restroom. You don't even know me. You never met me or talked to me or said “Hi” or anything remotely close to making any contact with me whatsoever. I was a total stranger.

You have no right to make me feel like I’m not worth living. Remember, I breathe the same air you do?

That was a couple years ago.

I’m still alive, by the way. I’m not quite sure for how long but it doesn't matter. You are a couple years older right now. I have no idea if you ever shouted that out to anyone else before. But I remember being your age once & if my parents caught me shouting that out to a person 50 years older, they would probably wash my mouth out with soap. That’s what they did back in the day. They did things like that.

I've said mean things before & probably have hurt someone's feelings because of it. So I can forgive you if I choose. Or just pretend it didn’t happen. But it did. So I’m not going to pretend.

I forgive you. I’m letting it go.

But here's a bar of soap! 😆