Posts
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Head Held High
Wow, December again so soon?
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a brief, incomplete overview of being a girl
- Being a girl is being afraid to like the color pink, because you don’t want people to think you’re a girly-girl. You're not.
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siren song
Hands drawn to your eyes
Sobs wrenching themselves from your throat
Guttural noises that sound as if they clawed their way from your lungs
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the act of ascension or descension at the same time
Do you
Ever feel like
You are drowning? I do
Late at night, music that echoes
My soul
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follow the pink light
How do I know that this will ever be enough? I can’t picture myself settling.
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Observations From a Beach Chair
Today, I watched boys climbing a log stuck vertically in the sand
And girls kicking at leaves just for the fun of it,
And oh, when did our youth slip through the backdoor unnoticed,
Loves
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The Big Bang
It all started with the big bang — the mighty "thwack"-ing noise that connected my body to the prickly embrace of the wood chips below. My descent from the jungle gym was far from graceful, solo mission "rescue Mr.
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the last waltz
this will be
the first
and the last
dance
we'll share
I'll be wearing pink
riding high on a childhood dream
waltzing
like it's 1945
