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poetry: circle of fury

I wrote this poem in April of 2023.

pmdd is awful

Anger trickles in throughout my body
I didn’t get enough sleep
and the monster of PMDD is creeping in
I scream at the universe
for playing a certain song on the radio
And I get annoyed by everything
I hate being so sensitive and triggered
by the stupidest shit
I hate being mentally ill
I hate how the smallest change in my routine
causes me to spiral into nonsensical circle of fury

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poetry: hands

I wrote this poem in March of 2022.

facts

The hands of ego and pride kept them apart
They chose themselves instead of following their hearts
it was tragic to see how many lies they weaved
I don’t love her, I don’t love him
they held on tightly to their anger, went back to their safety nets
it was more comfortable to do so then to fall back into their chaos

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“He’s like a poem I wish I wrote” ….I’m thankful for the previous versions who’ve led me to who I am today. 🥹🥹🥹 authentic, crazy and a little bit savage ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

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“He’s like a poem I wish I wrote” ….I’m thankful for the previous versions who’ve led me to who I am today. 🥹🥹🥹 authentic, crazy and a little bit savage ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹
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poetry: comfortable

I wrote this poem in March of 2023.

so comfortable I take pics like these….it’s me and my thigh high boots against the world..lol

Finally comfortable in my skin
I’m no longer afraid to show off my majestic beauty
my curves comes one of the seven wonders of the world
and my face is a mosaic of my colonizer and indigenous ancestry
and now I grace the world with my beauty
posting endless selfies in various poses
some people may find it narcissistic
but if you possessed my goddess beauty
would you try to hide it?