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 Aug 2017 Jocelyn Robinson
Raph
In a way you are,
This little far away star,
And I cant reach you
Sit down, and be still.
Sit straight against the wall, your back pressed against it.
Close your eyes, empty your mind. If you can't before the next step, go to a room without windows and turn off all lights.
Take a deep breath in your nose, as much air as you can take, and then exhale it as slowly as you can through your mouth.
Feel, exist, be. Let your mind wander as far as it will, while your body remains still.
Simply be. Don't be mad, sad, happy, tired, awake, don't be anything.
Just be.
Just be.
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Dear society,

Stop trying to sober us up.
We’re young and bright
and beautiful and loud.
We will light up every
corner of every room
and still shine brighter
than the sun.

Stop telling us to cover up.
We will wear little black dresses
and bright red lipsticks,
leave lip-stains all over
your precious little world
and look so good doing it
that you’ll have to look away.

Stop telling us to slow down.
We live and love with so much
power and strength that we
cannot stop for you
or anyone, for that matter.
Every day is our day
and the world, our oyster.

Stop telling us we’re useless.
One day, we’re going to run the world
for you; going to be soldiers, doctors
writers, artists, speakers of the truth
and the truth is that we’re alive
and strong and here, and
you cannot control us.

From impatient, beautiful, and exuberant young girls everywhere.

— The End —