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my body is a tragedy lined with fragmented artefacts of a wartorn state highlighted by shades of red and lines of grey sadness there is nothing like the pity in the eyes of those trusted to provide aid it sings a woeful song of healing and love until you are okay to walk again you become a symbol of their service to society and they move on to lands more beautiful and planes much less devasted you are left in the shadows still broken but warmer than before warmer despite the poison you have been doused in called care
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Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 8:23 AM UTC
sexus_obscura
Enemy Lines
my body is a tragedy lined with fragmented artefacts of a wartorn state highlighted by shades of red and lines of grey sadness there is nothing like the pity in the eyes of those trusted to provide aid it sings a woeful song of healing and love until you are okay to walk again you become a symbol of their service to society and they move on to lands more beautiful and planes much less devasted you are left in the shadows still broken but warmer than before warmer despite the poison you have been doused in called care
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It started on March 8th. You asked me why I didn't mention That I was raised by a strong woman. And I bit my tongue so hard I worried I might bleed. I realised for the umpteenth time that my first female role model Came into my life when I was in high school. In the form of an all girl punk band. I'd never seen anything so inspiring. Strong. I picked up a guitar for the first time that year. I felt like I finally knew who I was. I'd never had anyone to show me the ropes. How could I? With a mother so dependant on a father who doesn't understand a **** thing. Strong women hold themselves And others up. You showed me how to tear my sisters down. You tore me down. It wasn't until high school that I felt supported. I made a friend who would become family. She's one of the strongest women I know. She lifted me up. Still does. I became the woman I always needed. No thanks to you. Or maybe thanks to you Since I didn't get what I needed And now I'll never let the women in my life suffer the same way. I stand before you now with a girl gang who never fail to catch me when I fall. And I do the same for them. This is my Pack. We've built this family out of dreamers and doers And I finally feel like I'm gaining ground. Working towards the life I won't let get away. So when I look at you with that mouth full of blood From years of biting my tongue it doesn't hurt so bad. The tang of it tastes like strength. Like perseverance. Like dreams coming true.
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Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 11:28 AM UTC
jackilyn-teague
International Women's Day
It started on March 8th. You asked me why I didn't mention That I was raised by a strong woman. And I bit my tongue so hard I worried I might bleed. I realised for the umpteenth time that my first female role model Came into my life when I was in high school. In the form of an all girl punk band. I'd never seen anything so inspiring. Strong. I picked up a guitar for the first time that year. I felt like I finally knew who I was. I'd never had anyone to show me the ropes. How could I? With a mother so dependant on a father who doesn't understand a **** thing. Strong women hold themselves And others up. You showed me how to tear my sisters down. You tore me down. It wasn't until high school that I felt supported. I made a friend who would become family. She's one of the strongest women I know. She lifted me up. Still does. I became the woman I always needed. No thanks to you. Or maybe thanks to you Since I didn't get what I needed And now I'll never let the women in my life suffer the same way. I stand before you now with a girl gang who never fail to catch me when I fall. And I do the same for them. This is my Pack. We've built this family out of dreamers and doers And I finally feel like I'm gaining ground. Working towards the life I won't let get away. So when I look at you with that mouth full of blood From years of biting my tongue it doesn't hurt so bad. The tang of it tastes like strength. Like perseverance. Like dreams coming true.
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