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Flight Risk by love-me-choey, literature

Flight Risk

I felt it in my bones that night The pangs to run away The chirping birds, at 5 am They begged me not to stay So starry-eyed, so heavy-tongued So trapped within my head I’d fought and flailed and torn my sheets Set fire to my bed My frenzied heart is leaping flames Too hot to keep inside I packed my bags alone that night As cold as if I’d died How did I even find this place? My discipline was stern I lost myself in wild touch Dumb Girl, you’ll never learn Frenetic and delirious Thank God, the road is long When I am miles away from here You’ll tell me I was wrong You’ll tell me to spit out my words When mouth and

raised a girl by raido-ehwaz, literature

raised a girl

i was raised a girl by well-meaning generations and wounded dreamers. i was raised a girl by inevitable justifications and greedy schemers. i was raised a girl always too good a student for my own good— so i smile in the face of anger remain patient as if my life depended on it; so i listen to all sides and hide my unease when none listen to me; so i give because i have so much and never ask because i need nothing more. if i want more i couldn't say, so instead of demanding change i find it's easier to leave, leaving wounds that harden into ever thickening skin. i was raised a girl: my girl skin now so thick i can postpone feeling anything. now, i’m no girl. all of this is just an ingrained, stubborn stain that may fade but never go away, like a bloody heart on my sleeve. no, i'm no girl, but somewhere deep within me is a cell with a child inside who, when I open her cage, looks up at me and smiles bravely; yet somehow I know that when I close that door again she’ll