What it feels like (a poem)
Surrounded by people, blind to the tension. This patchwork relationship, this marriage of convenience, is falling apart.
Surrounded by people, blind to the tension. This patchwork relationship, this marriage of convenience, is falling apart.
I have been thinking, a lot, the last two days—about who I want to be in this moment.
i am the words i speak, i’m the things i do, i’m not how i look, or the things i accrue. you try to define me with the simplest of words but i’m far beyond that, though you think it absurd.
I’m the invisible girl, nobody knows exists, visible only to myself. I shrink from view, strategically blending into the background.
The bullies carried baseball bats wrapped in chain and tape. Now they use both laws and lies to hit us with their hate.
I am a hero to some, a villain to others. A friend and an enemy, all in one breath.
Liberty is having agency over one’s own destiny and decisions. Liberty cannot truly exist without the ability to govern what happens to and with one’s own body.
Liberty is having agency over one’s own destiny and decisions. Liberty cannot truly exist without the ability to govern what happens to and with one’s own body.
(724 words)
Fear makes people see things,
exactly how they thought.
Through biased eyes, accepting lies,
their heart should have fought.
Fear makes people see things.
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