A Social Revolution


how does one start a social revolution 
because I’m tired 
so tired. 

the way “i need you” slipped out of your mouth 
was as intoxicating 
as the liquor sliding down your throat. 
it was more than i love you. 
it was i’m sorry for leaving 
when you were crying.

how does one start a social revolution 
because i’m tired 
so tired. 

i should’ve left 
so many times.
when you got furious 
after i stopped us from eating 
because i couldn’t breathe.
when you were ignoring me 
'cause i took up space 
outside your views of me.
when you stopped eating 
when i asked you to pick me 
instead of the drugs 
but there i was making grilled cheese 
with an ecstasy deal behind me 

how does one start a social revolution 
because i’m tired 
so tired. 
of the fact that 
you built a home out of me,
and i never made you pay rent. 

how does one start a social revolution. 
because i’m tired
so tired of 
how boys with pretty words 
and furious tempers 
keep on winning. 


This poem is about my most recent relationship, which in retrospect could have been considered emotionally abusive. It is both MY story and most women’s story. But most of all, it’s a tale of child head over heel that did not realize she was being smothered.  


By Sophia Palacio

2 comments

  1. i am in awe and in love with your poetic prowess

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  2. I love you and I love this, continue writing and being a beautiful human. (And Sophia, I am still so shook at your visual, it's so flipping amazing)

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