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"What's wrong?" he asked.
There were ten thousand answers to that. A million. They all rushed up my throat in a chaotic hurry to present themselves first, and stuck there as a result.
I tried to cry out.
I only cried; Irony hurts sometimes.
Receiving nothing, he assumed 'nothing' to be the answer.
And he walked away, leaving me behind to choke on my own unannounced wrongness.
There were ten thousand answers to that. A million. They all rushed up my throat in a chaotic hurry to present themselves first, and stuck there as a result.
I tried to cry out.
I only cried; Irony hurts sometimes.
Receiving nothing, he assumed 'nothing' to be the answer.
And he walked away, leaving me behind to choke on my own unannounced wrongness.
Literature
Let Your Daughter Be a Pirate
Let your daughter be a pirate
if she asks for a wooden sword
help her build her ship from empty boxes
and sail the vast backyard
because a box doesn’t only
have to store dead dreams
and she is so much more
than just a vessel.
Let your daughter be Robin Hood,
if she wants to be an anarchist,
a hero, a rebel, a rogue,
give her bows, and arrows,
and arrogance,
let her fight for the plight of poorer folk
because Robin isn’t just a boy’s name.
Let your daughter be a princess
locked in a tower so high
let her be her own prince,
don’t tell her to wait for a hundred years,
let her swing from her own hair
and grasp her own fre
Literature
Passing Note
The basic rule of sociology is this: I am who you think I am.
Who I am to you: middle-aged, male and human. You do not argue with this. You can see it for yourself!
But this is not true.
I am tired of lying, tired of being other than I am, and so seek to change your thoughts of who I purport to be.
I am not middle-aged. I am seven years old—from the date I was manufactured not the date I was activated. As for how long it has been since I was first conscious, it would be a scant three years, nearly half of that time I've spent with you.
I am not male—what is male anyway? A gender construct? This body is male and I was given a
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Paper-Thin Promises
the first time I caught sight of your
glistening, marble eyes,
I decided you disgust me.
I hate you the way I hate perfection:
merciless, like the snap of mantis jaws.
every fact of you is pretentious,
held high like you raise a middle finger.
You, the artist, always sculpting things,
tried to squeeze my malleable heart like white clay
and stash it in your pocket to rattle with stones.
paint me an unflinching self portrait, my dear:
this skyscraper of a boy shaking with anticipation
to build and destroy, build and destroy.
you sink in tooth and talon at first mention of beauty,
love-biting Aphrodite as though you were equals.
you're a statu
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It's been a rough evening.
But perhaps it's best to be left alone with words.
But perhaps it's best to be left alone with words.
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