I think what people don’t understand about the me now and the me ‘before’ is that I went from being a crier to a fighter.
I won’t lie and tell you I’ve always been strong or that I’m even strong now. I won’t lie to you and tell you that I don’t get depressed or that I don’t get angry or that I don’t cry. I won’t lie.
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I. i would love to see your blood run rampant to see if it would run ochre like mine- do you bleed ochre? or turbid yellow like the shade of your skin it is your fault this way i feel yellow sallow skin sinking- permeating perfume violence is an art and you are my greatest piece i am not violent because i am not violent … Continue reading youth in america;
Really, that title is nothing more than a hoax. Inspired is the least of what I am feeling currently and in my current field of work that is everything I can’t afford to be. I want to take all of these jumbled up words inside of me and lay it out flat on the ground. I want to take these non-sensical feelings from within me … Continue reading inspired;
short skirt(slut) long skirt(virgin) short hair, lesbian? walk down the street in sweatpants hoodie or formal dress and heels cat calls galore and i will be nothing more than the clothes i wear my natural skin is (ugly) and in makeup i’m pretty(whore) why are my tampons more expensive than your gucci jeans? do a 180 and men have the periods oh look, now planned … Continue reading (wo)men, run the world;
ten years old and you looked more like your mother than your father kids did not like you; they made fun of your doe eyes and high cheeks- sprouting like a weed as a boy at ten you were unorthodox and they did not like your smile the most manly part about you was your jawline, still fragile with youth i did not know you … Continue reading like mother;