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Time moves so by as the rest unravels, Hairs turn gray, skin wrinkles, Smile lines fade towards frowns If not shot with Botox and erased with exfoliants, Trying to leave our bodies unchanged Even if it detonates our personhood. Things fall apart and our brains won’t recover After they deteriorate with lessons learned For years … Continue reading "The Clock."
This world isn’t the same world I was born into. At least, not that I can comprehend. The hatred was always there. Screams of injustice echoed past each stopped car, in every sit down restaurant where men were treated like less for the color of their skin. With every side eye and gun pulled. People … Continue reading "Birthright."
You would be an inspiration to younger you. Your size does not determine your worth. Your health is more important than a number on a scale. You are enough. You didn’t deserve any of the pain and suffering. Everyone makes mistakes. That’s what helps us grow. You’ve been punished already for your sins. God still … Continue reading "Reminders Of What I Always Forget."
To lose autonomy, by surprise or by force, feels like losing everything, because who are you without the ability to exist? * Put your hands on the wheel. Let me see your ID. Don’t move another second. Don’t reach for the glovebox. Keep your hands on the wheel. I need your license and registration. Keep … Continue reading "Search and Seizure."
To the girls trying to find your spark, I see you. I see your growth, even if three steps forward leads to one step back, the effort and passion to keep pushing, even when you don’t know how much you have left to give, and you still continue to try, is admirable and courageous and … Continue reading "Sparks Pt II."
My favorite television show in elementary school was Wizards of Waverly Place. I found myself represented in the flawed, yet loved female main character and dysfunctional family replicating real life instead of a sugary sweet imitation. It felt raw and real in a way that no other family had been seen before on television. So … Continue reading "The Magic Years."
Fifty districts and a territory. One boy and girl from each. Both teens. Hand selected from a pool. Faces plastered on our screens. Many trained like District 1. Many relate more towards District 12. Winning would be a shot in the dark, On the glory path to Hell. They do it for the amusement Of … Continue reading "The Hunger Games."
When I was a young girl, my sister, cousins and I would create elaborate games. My favorite game of all time— book hopscotch. It was simpler than it sounded, and could be played indoors, no longer dependent on the weather. We’d lay out our favorite books in the shape of a hopscotch table, with rows … Continue reading "Hopscotch."
No one tells you how draining it is to pretend that all is well. How draining it is to put on a brave face, pretending that your body isn’t stalling, rather thriving. That your body isn’t on empty when it ran out of gas miles ago. No one tells you how reckless it is to … Continue reading "Empty."
When I was in high school I didn’t know who I wanted to become. I hadn’t planned for a life to last long enough that I needed a plan. I assumed my health would tank to the point of no return, or I’d have a dramatic armed robbery end in the end of me. It … Continue reading "Mid-Life Crisis."
