Dear Primary School me, where did you go? I miss you. Even though the entire experience wasn't filled joy, awesomeness and adventure. The affects of the subconscious and verbal bullying took effect. I was a very secluded child. Comfort came from being at home. Taking joy in dancing in the living room, designing clothes for … Continue reading Primary
“form/insecure”
I remember the days when my body was just a mere physical form. Used to do the basic day to day activities. When I thought I was perfect. When I felt perfect. I didn't need to look at the person next to me and find the contrast between us. I didn't have to judge myself. … Continue reading “form/insecure”
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Oppression Compression Repression Depression Reeks of desperation A prison imposed onto society by society consciously and subconsciously. Limits development. Cracking substructure to ruin. The foundation of inner perception. Thus casting a wrinkle in each soul.
I am your typical girl
Raised with my hands tied behind my back. Eyes pierce me from every direction. In a moment of freedom I am left to claw my way home. Robbed of my virtue. Left with nothing but pieces of glass. To cut a way forward or succumb to my affair. You pay no attention to my former, … Continue reading I am your typical girl
Childhood
Growing up the only world I knew was my own. I was the creator, knowing of only playing in the yard alone. Oh but I wasn't really alone, the insects were part of my curiosity. Building tiny village houses for the ants one day, another collecting them for swimming races in the bathroom basin. Naming … Continue reading Childhood
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