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My pretty pink princess bed was for them… Ive always wanted one ever since I was a little girl because I wanted to feel like a princess and most importantly I wanted those sheer curtains that draped over the bed to shut me out from whatever was going on around me I wanted it to take me away so I can dream peacefully. Who are they ? Because I know yall are asking They are me and I am them My inner child and my inner teenager The girls that didn’t receive the love that they needed The girls who were lost and consumed by trauma The girls who were too young to understand the world but aware enough to know they wanted to feel something…ANYTHING Everything that I am doing from this day forward including buying that bed is for them. They were told to be quiet so they shut up They were told that everything that happens in this house was to be kept in this house so in exchange for that they kept their most vulnerable secrets and feelings to themselves That’s why my pretty pink princess bed is for them A place where their secrets can unravel without any judgement They had no protection,no peace,no comfort…no community but Those girls got that now,they got me now, they have that bed now… Those girls live forever through me and I will live forever for them. Young ,wild and free like baby cubs finally being released into the open Now that I am 26 years old I am finally stopping to smell the roses I used to give away so willingly I am finally letting my hair down after pulling my trauma back into a bun I am stripping my old beliefs for some more soft and sweet I can finally say no without hesitation because they couldn’t I can finally do the things I want to and still be scared while doing it because they couldn’t This is for them The scared, confused child The rebellious lost teenage girl Who both just wanted to be seen And now we all lay peacefully in our pretty pink princess bed. -Mahogany 🌹
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Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 4:05 PM UTC
For Them
My pretty pink princess bed was for them… Ive always wanted one ever since I was a little girl because I wanted to feel like a princess and most importantly I wanted those sheer curtains that draped over the bed to shut me out from whatever was going on around me I wanted it to take me away so I can dream peacefully. Who are they ? Because I know yall are asking They are me and I am them My inner child and my inner teenager The girls that didn’t receive the love that they needed The girls who were lost and consumed by trauma The girls who were too young to understand the world but aware enough to know they wanted to feel something…ANYTHING Everything that I am doing from this day forward including buying that bed is for them. They were told to be quiet so they shut up They were told that everything that happens in this house was to be kept in this house so in exchange for that they kept their most vulnerable secrets and feelings to themselves That’s why my pretty pink princess bed is for them A place where their secrets can unravel without any judgement They had no protection,no peace,no comfort…no community but Those girls got that now,they got me now, they have that bed now… Those girls live forever through me and I will live forever for them. Young ,wild and free like baby cubs finally being released into the open Now that I am 26 years old I am finally stopping to smell the roses I used to give away so willingly I am finally letting my hair down after pulling my trauma back into a bun I am stripping my old beliefs for some more soft and sweet I can finally say no without hesitation because they couldn’t I can finally do the things I want to and still be scared while doing it because they couldn’t This is for them The scared, confused child The rebellious lost teenage girl Who both just wanted to be seen And now we all lay peacefully in our pretty pink princess bed. -Mahogany 🌹
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Mar 29, 2026 at 4:05 PM UTC
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