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"getting lost"

by eli (@nyu2k)

i like getting lost

in the process.

drafts on drafts

never meeting new eyes,

wandering through

other peoples thoughts,

even the soft rhythm

of the daily loop.

washing the dishes,

caring for my cat,

the sweet summer air

kissing my skin.

i like it.

all of it.

let the past be

what it was.

right now,

i want to step back

and forget

just enough

to lose myself

in the process.

"Girl"

by Jammy (@_Jamsy)

Had she spoken later, would it have made a difference?

Had she had spoken out sooner, what would've been their reaction?

Had things been different, would any of this happened?

When she was little, that was then she knew

There was something inside her, begging to get out, to be released

She was only young and suppressed it, how hard could it be?

But that was when she were young, only age three

Long, hazy Sunday afternoons she spent

Running in circles, trying so hard as to what that feeling meant

In her head, she had never felt so alive

But that was when she were young, only age five

It started again when she were seven

And by then she began praying to heaven

The words at school cut harder, deeper than any knife

"Boys don't act like girls, that's not how you live your life"

In time, she was certain without doubt

That woman inside her would finally be let out

For the meantime, she had to know her place, surely she'd be fine?

But that was when she were young, only age nine

At school, even teachers began to tease

And her parents became all the more difficult to please

Soon she discovered her pride was her weapon

But that was when she were young, only age eleven

Now, she thought, this is when I come clean

Confident, prideful, strong, now aged thirteen

"I'm a girl, that's what I'm destined to be

and if that's not true then I'll never be me!"

But the outside world was far from what she'd dreamed

The words cut through her seamlessly like felt

Breaking down at the hand she truthfully knew she'd been dealt

It was as if she could break from it all it seemed

Through all the cries of sorrow

She felt as if she'd never see tomorrow

But, with her strong will at hand

She was determined to make her stand

Despite what had went on, she knew of her place

Wiping her tears, she revealed her true face