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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
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Wisdom Comes
May wisdom bless, Leaders of men. Thread the needle, Between ideologies. Illuminate understanding, Of the macro and micro. Run the simulations, Determine probabilities, For a viable path, Towards a protopia. Strengthen the will, Harness the power, Under ancient instincts. Reshape the order, But minimize suffering. Let wisdom come, Hear her voice, Whisper in your ear, Like a gentle lover, Planting a rose, Breaking the stone, Inside your chest.
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Unfolding Rose
In a city consecrated by saints, At the center of a public garden, A perfect red rose is born. Nurtured by a bloody soil, It grows in blissful innocence. Soft petals tightly closed, Hiding the purity within. Dreaming of other flowers, Unaware of men's longing, To pluck her from the bush As soon as she blossoms. An ephemeral decoration, Admired and then discarded. So sleep long beautiful rose, Let time's incessant beating, Slow down to a standstill. I will wait your unfolding At the other side of forever.
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Chapter 5 of my 2005 NaNoWriMo. Again, not kid-safe.
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Seriously. I love this Nano.
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Seriously. I love this Nano.