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Women are taught that first love look like sis…

Women are taught that first love look like sisterhood, taught the way a woman hold her sister is the way she hold herself.

Dear Mom, when you tell me I look like a freak…

Dear Mom, when you tell me I look like a freak or a joke, I look in the mirror and convince myself that you must be lying. That that cannot be true. I am a reflection of you and you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.

Her fist is balled the way a boy would grip he…

Her fist is balled the way a boy would grip her hair in a kindergarten class, or at any age that boys put their name on things.

I have stopped bringing flowers to the grave o…

I have stopped bringing flowers to the grave of the teenager I used to be.

I do not have room to carry anyone’s chaos but…

I do not have room to carry anyone’s chaos but mine.

I am a body/I am a scrapbook of survivor’s gui…

I am a body/I am a scrapbook of survivor’s guilt—turn each page, watch women make ugly shrine of their/my bones.

We are not yet big enough to carry sorrow’s we…

We are not yet big enough to carry sorrow’s weight slung on our backs.

I was never prey, but I was always preyed upon…

I was never prey, but I was always preyed upon.

We are all great stories though not all writte…

We are all great stories though not all written as chapter books.

We wanted the first kiss to be a safe bet, the…

We wanted the first kiss to be a safe bet, the kind we could feel good about telling our kids but didn’t end in heartbreak or sex.