rejecting beauty

These two pages kinda go together, so the transcription for both is at the bottom.

Scan 50

 

Scan 51

I

don’t

like

your

definition

of

beauty.

We become powerful when we realize we have always been powerful.

It’s a hot night in a strange place I call home.

nightsounds

kitten feet

August skin

I’ve decided to give myself over to it.

I can’t edit here.

That isn’t how it works.

Just feel your way through.

Keep breathing.

Oh my god, keep breathing.

This poem is about sadness and fear and stuff, okay?

I don’t want

to deal with

reality.


Now + then, I glance in the mirror and see my mortality. I’m reminded that I am no longer a child playing at life. I feel a sense of urgency about being Alive Right Now. I’m alive “like it’s my job” because it is.

it’s not a typo       it’s live poetry


Commentary: Good luck with this one.

 

rejecting compulsory girlhood
when sadness enters a room

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