poetry
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I have been an Electrician…Constantly rewiring My neural pathwaysUnlearning Life lessonsThat were never explicitly taught. I learned how to read Braille subtextWith trembling fingertipsIn an environment Where I was forbidden To feel. I was taughtThat expressing my hurtWas not valid within itself—It was an act ofDefiance or Disobedience I used to resistBeing an active participant…
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Crazy what happens when you get off your clown shit and get promoted to ringleader. I take joy in being a traveling circus.
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“You’re so full of yourself!” Like it’s a bad thing. Have they ever taken a moment to think about what the fuck that even means? I now love to respond with, “As opposed to who? Who else am I supposed to be full of? Beyoncé? I am proud and only wish to be full and…
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Fuck you. And also, fuck me too. We’re not in this life together but that doesn’t mean we can’t come together. Turn the petty to prosperous.
