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Poetry

I WANTED TO BE A WRITER.

I WAS LIKE GOOD GOD MOM
i’m a writer
i can converse in words
put to paper
like a true
ass gaia code
full versed
WRITER.

and she said
NO ALYSSA
NO.
you are garbage face grenke.
a wannabe yankee
no chicago girl would ever
solve her 8 expression ever
to her 8 life path.

not alyssa christina begue
not alyssa sharpe
no not me
no not her
you were born from dirt
playing in rocks
until it hurt.

kept in a box under her bed
until she suffocated or turned red
that’s a thing people have done
to their daughters and sons
made them SEX SLAVES
and we blame the weird looking ones

i swear to god it’s our parents.

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