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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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![]() I didn’t want to leave the womb when I came out screaming But when I did I was saying loud as a baby can Love Love Love The word was my obsessive compulsion In my mind to make sense of things I turned my IV bags into plastic veils And I sewed the wires into a big ol’ wedding dress In the back of my mind I was screaming Love Love Love I’ve only recently started finding it funny that Aphrodite is the goddess of love and beauty
Because when I see my reflection walking by in the windows of old cars on my cul-de-sac I don’t understand it because even though the shapes of my eyes are faulty My mind is screaming Love Love Love In the November before I turned sixteen My hospital styled wedding gowns Switched into college ruled paper and faux purple fur It was random And it had nothing to do with my crippled body and That is what I loved most about it And before I knew it in January I wasn’t even wearing a wedding dress anymore Just a hospital gown again like I had died and respawned in a video game Because girls like me can never go too far from an IV stand And still whatever stupid pink swirl in my brain that is in charge of the way it thinks It’s still yelling Love Love Love Love Love LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE I wish there were words you could forget and relearn in different contexts I wish that there were other lives except this one so I know I’ll learn words different for sure But just because my gown was stripped from my needle damaged skin Doesn’t mean that I’ll never sew a new wedding dress This time it’s made of squeaky frogs and pink colored pencils And maybe I’ll have to make one again Or maybe this one will be the one I walk down the aisle in Either way I’ll be saying maybe more quiet but just as loud love love love Comments are closed.
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