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quarter pieces

cut me into fractions, here is how I bleed
split into parts, ready to proceed

quarter piece broken, dirty eyes down below
under guise of procedure, no heed to my no

quarter piece guarded, unbreakable wall
waiting for disasters to make landfall

quarter piece survivor, crawl on my knees
seeking sanctuary in the breadth of your trees

quarter piece traveller, passport in hand
save myself from the brink of no man’s land

i am more than the sum of these parts, i agree
but without knowing these parts you’ll never know me

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warning bells

i am trying to explain flashbacks to you without sounding ludicrous.
it doesn’t matter this was years ago.
it doesn’t matter that it could have been worse.
the terror lies partly in those coulds,
the insidious possibilities that stole my safety from me.

i don’t know how to explain that i know it’s not helpful.
my panic. my overabundance of caution.
the gnawing reminder that the security of home is merely
an illusion.

i am trying to imagine your response when i tell you
i hold these flashbacks in one hand and positivity in another.
these new traits that cracked my soul and let empathy out.
these memories that finetuned the strings of my street-smarts.

the warning bells might never go away.
and i’m trying to envision how you might
love that part of me too.

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I see you

I see you
moving through the shadows as if you
don’t deserve the sunshine.
As if you are just another body slinking through the streets
Surviving a 9-5 with no other accolades.
You are not faceless.

I see you
existing in the darkness
finding enough meaning to fill the void
Surviving the nights to exist in the days.
You are not worthless.

I see you
You are more than your hard times
More than a silence so deafening it shatters glass
Raise your voice like a war-cry, beautiful
You are valuable

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Like a passport

Who defines the line between foreign and domestic?
Where is the threshold between what is new and what is familiar?
Big men in big houses pick the box in which I fit
Their ambitions pulling the trigger on the gun that
decides if I am allowed to enter.

Like a passport I hold the signs of borders forced upon me
Signs that maintain separation from my neighbours.
My spine worn from the whiplash of being open
stamped
and returned to me.
Whose job is it to determine my worth for entry?

Now I collect stamps with pride.
I’m not the six year old who folded in on herself
after learning her body was not a safe place.
Big men in big houses be damned, I am a miracle
holding a worn spine but still standing.

I define whose stamps adorn me now.

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Imagine my surprise

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I’m 18
a history riddled with depression and
violence
imagine my surprise when you feel
Safe.

I’m 19
starting fights
testing your resolve
daring you to leave
imagine my surprise when you
Stayed.

I’m 21
cuddling on my couch
you ask why I am crying
and I say I wish I knew
imagine my surprise when you
Held on tight.

I’m 25
high dose of zoloft
a regimen of exercise and therapy to
maintain stability
you kiss my cheek and tell me
you have never loved me more
imagine my surprise, you still make me
Blush.