IMOGENE’S NOTEBOOK
‘Just’ Is Your Weapon of Choice
You never thought I’d fight back
I tell the story of my hard-fought victory,
pushing through the slog,
You undermine me. When I look up,
I catch your delighted grin.
You forgot to cosplay as my friend,
let your joy at my pain shine through.
Don’t be sensitive, you say
I just pointed it out.
“Just” is your weapon
You’re just joking. You just mentioned. You’re just sayin’
That you’re just threatened and insecure,
That you just enjoy causing me pain.
You widen your eyes, shrug your shoulders
You meant nothing by it,
I’m just imagining things,
I should just relax.
Then you tell a story where you’re the heroine,
Confident I’ll be encouraging and supportive,
Why wouldn’t you be? I always am,
Even when you’re the opposite.
This time I change my tune,
Find a reason to jab,
You double-take, your eyes need a second to…
