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Infect

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Infect
[in-fekt]
to imbue with some pernicious belief, opinion, etc.; to influence feeling or action

Slithering snake of society,
Tactless tundra of intolerance,
You think you control me?
You think you hold the strength
to infect me with your filth?
Incessant ideologies of ignorance,
Persistantly trying to penetrate, and yet
Your walls do not close on me.
I am a warrior woman.
Strong in stature and stamina
Blasting through your bullshit.
Fuck your fake foolish fantasies
About who I’m meant to be.
Do not think for one moment that you
Hold the power to infect me.

via Daily Prompt: Infect

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flowers and castles

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standing at the base of a castle
i am reminded that life is nothing without the
seeds that grow the
plants that feed the
humans who built the
structures within which we need
castles.

how many others have stopped to appreciate the
colours that run through the
veins of you and the
connection that binds our histories together.

standing at the base of a castle and
capturing the beauty of flowers while
knowing we have
nothing and
everything
in common.

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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.

{daily prompt: foreign}floral1

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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.

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You are my headphones

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Life is loud.

It is the rumbling drum of people walking through,

the screeches of unrealized potential,

the incessant whispering of shoulds and coulds.

Life is messy.

It is the spilt milk of mistakes,

the crash of unexpected reality,

the splatter of insecurity that

follows us like an old friend.

Life is chaotic.

It’s unpredictable.

It’s vulnerable.

And yet,

at the end of the day

this is just noise.

I tune it out and

all I can see is

you.

Thank you

for being here, for

staying

even when it was hard.

Even when you didn’t have to.

Life is loud,

and messy

and chaotic

and noisy,

and you

are the headphones that help me through it.

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I don’t know when it happened.

I don’t know when it happened.

For years

I crawled through the shit searching

for meaning

for purpose

for answers

an explanation for why I am this way.

Why do I hurt this way?

I thrashed at the bars holding me back

wondering if I built the cage

myself.

And yet slowly

painfully

I found the key

unlocked the door

kept crawling

and suddenly

healing

is within my

grasp.

The answer was within me all along.

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