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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() No, I don’t write about pretty skies or beautiful flowers, for the sky is hardly every visible from my place and flowers do not grow in my backyard. No, I don’t write about serene mornings at beautiful beaches, for all one can hear in the clustered lanes of this slum are curses and cries. No, I don’t write about mothers’ loving touch and protective hugs,
for mine died taking care of you and your mess. No, I don’t write about home, for I belong to the other side of the tracks and you don’t have the stomach to read our stories. No, I don’t write about my dreams either, for we’re taught to survive and not dream for dreams are the illusions that lead to destruction. No, I don’t write about anything at all, for you’ve snatched our ink and quills and you’ve built walls to deny our existence. No, I don’t write, for I cannot, ‘cause you don’t let me. And then you ask me, “why don’t you write?” Comments are closed.
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