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What am I hiding from myself?
Instruction: Read this poem gently. Read this poem ready to find. Read this poem as the poet. Remember, read this poem gently. Dear self,I come before you today,unsure of what I hide, certain of what I hide.Unsure of what I am, certain of what I’m not.Holding onto what has gone,reaching for what is yet to… Continue reading
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We were all made from Sex, weren’t we?
We weren’t.We weren’t all made from sex. I wasn’t.I wasn’t made just from sex.I wasn’t made from sex at all. Who says you were?What makes you believe you are? Sex wasn’t the beginning for all of us,but love—of some kind—was.Love for what could be,for the idea of us,for the life waiting to unfold. And yet,… Continue reading
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How much of my identity is shaped by what I’ve lost?
A little over 85% of who I amis a product of who I was bent into being—oftentimes against my will. When you’ve mastered the artof hurting and laughing.When you’ve mastered the melodyof brokenness and loss.When you’ve mastered the beautyof walking away. Your mind tends to drive along with change,on the last possible gear. Who I… Continue reading
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