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 Dec 2022 M
Evie G
Size matters
 Dec 2022 M
Evie G
When he says I’m not fat ,
but a bit overweight.
When I’m hot enough to ****,
but never to date.

When I am called brave for just wearing a dress,
But they say I’ll lose weight just after that stress.

Because I am called brave cause I dare to exist.
Because my fat hand can’t fit right around my fat wrist.

No matter what’s won
Theres just more to lose.
Never cry love, only sing blues
Cause fat, when in love, is the funniest sight
Reserved for comedians on a dark and late night.


Because I am a journey waiting to happen
Because I am not a person,
just a fat one.


When I’ve drawn out in sharpie where I’d take the scissors.
When In social settings I start to wither,

When somebody thin starts to talk about weight
My heart starts to race,
And reddens my face,
What if I am called out and called a disgrace.

Because if they are disgusting when they are size 8
Then what am I?


So Please,
allow me a moment to breathe,
Reset, internally scream.

Then smile back, polite as can be.
Because you refuse to understand what it’s like to be me.
 Dec 2022 M
V
Healing
 Dec 2022 M
V
If you don't heal what hurt you,

You'll bleed on people who didn't cut you.
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they told me that i was a girl
for i was wearing mascara and blush

they told me that i was a boy
for i was playing with trucks

they badgered me about my gender
they asked me where I fit in

i told them with wisdom that it was none of their business
my gender is not my identity
my gender is not who i am

they demanded to know what i am
i am a truck-loving, makeup-wearing human
female 💜
male💙
HUMAN❤💙💚💛🧡💜🖤
 Dec 2020 M
Ketanya Rose
Can I be vulnerable now?
                            Can I be scared now?
                                    Can I exhale now?
                                           Can I cry now?
                                                   Can I sleep now?

        Can I just stop being strong now?
 Oct 2020 M
Sky
Lost Pearls
 Oct 2020 M
Sky
I yearn for the days
when I could pull poetry
from my brain
like a string of pearls,
shimmering opal,
so beautiful to all.

Where    have    my    pearls    gone?
 Oct 2020 M
KHY
Rejected
 Oct 2020 M
KHY
You’ve infected that part of me
that cries when I’m alone
Now my tears are iron chains
that block me from the sun
I feel none
I feel none
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