(spoken word performance)
I once described myself as a river
I flow, I change, I fill spaces the way that they need to be filled.
I am like a tree, reaching my roots into the ground, the dirt sliding up my skin
My hands and my arms are the branches, my fingers are the leaves, stretching up to the sky
not to say, Look at me, here I am
But to stay alive
People hug me
sometimes, when I let them
People tell me I am pretty, and people tell me I am nice
But when I am broken and crying on the bathroom floor
They fade away
Like a bell chime through the fog, there for hours and then
gone
I once described myself as the sun
far away and distant, so pretty from down here
But up close, I am fire, and I am burning
From an indirect point of view, people tell me I am pretty
But the closer you get the more you can see me writhing
in my own skin
People say I am strong
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