Girls That Never Die: Poems, Safia Elhillo

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Girls That Never Die: Poems, Safia Elhillo
They don't need me in the way that i need them, and i think that's the most painful thing i've ever experienced.
hi I just spent like 10 minutes crying over this okay bye
deep rooted respect for women who openly get mad and are okay w being perceived as bitchy
There would be congressmen all over the floor
You hold yourself so well, people would never suspect you're going through hell.
It sucks having a mom who's a good person but a bad parent.
eldest daughter but in the sense that i have an older and younger brother and i have never known a world where i did not have to cater to men.
May we marry men that genuinely love us.
there’s a certain type of sexism u only see if u have brothers…even if it’s not stated, it’s always expected for daughters to be a caregiver and do more housework than the boys in the home. and when sons DO step up and do half as much they’re automatically given praise for things we don’t even get a simple thank you for. they’re also given a thousand times more freedom…it’s truly incredible to witness lmao
This! My brother gets praised for “doing what we ask” but I get yelled at for “not taking the initiative and doing (insert chore) without being asked.
“Why didn’t you do X?” is so often directed at the daughters when the son is. sitting. right. there. And if the sons screw up their chores - sometimes deliberately - they’re not told to do it again and do it right. The daughters are and often are expected to clear up after the sons.
it's hard to explain because inevitably you sound like an asshole, but some people are allowed to lose their temper, lose their mind - you're not, though.
when your friend never texts you first and misses your birthday and never makes an effort; you don't mind. you know she's struggling, and you want her to get the help that she deserves. you give her every excuse and every chance.
it shouldn't matter to you so much that people are always coming through for her. you want her to be happy, you love it for her. you love that her community rises up to the occasion. why does it bother you that when she snaps at someone, says horrible mean things - but two hours later, everyone is comforting her while she's crying. you know she's stressed. why do you kind of hate that she is welcomed back to her job, that her parents are endlessly wiring her money.
and you're - fuck, are you envious?
but when you don't text back, someone sits you down and says i know you're struggling, but you're being a bad friend. when you're too numb to show up for work, your boss just shakes his head. i'm sorry. i can't approve more time off. we have the company to protect. when you finally snap back at your family for making that shitty comment again, you're forced to apologize for being too sensitive.
god forbid you need something. people aren't used to you being the one asking. you're the giver like the book you hated; your pages all open and rumpled. you always have the answer, always have the solution. you are reliable, trustworthy. people like you don't struggle with things. you're supposed to be lifted by tragedy. you are given a maximum of 24 hours to grieve, and then you need to just behave at the party.
you can't read the giving tree without feeling like crying, and even that feels like it's too much emotion. like, nobody looks at you and assumes you're the tree; they'd name five other people before even considering you in the running. you're just there, never-asking.
your friend gets to say mean shit, that's just her personality. when you make a snide comment, you're just being petty. people laugh when your friend stands you up for another event; they say she's just like that. you were 5 minutes late to a meeting with friends and they were mad about it for the rest of the evening. your friend sets everything on fire; everyone applauds her through the ashes. you so much as light a candle: and suddenly now you're an arsonist.
you don't want your friend to suffer, though. the thing is that you just wish that the empathy and kindness your friend gets - you wish you had that option, that everyone offered you grace and money and a gentle reception.
the other day you were fighting down the bad urge; the void call, the end note. you tried-anyway. you went to the family event, tried laughing at the right moments. nodded and smiled and all of it. one of your siblings threw a fit, but she's allowed to, so everyone just rolled their eyes about it. you took 3 whole minutes to stand outside when you got overwhelmed. you literally set a timer about it.
in the morning you woke up to a text from your parents: you were a complete disgrace last night. idk what your attitude problem is, but you really need to fix it.
nancy wheeler textposts (except they get progressively sadder)
There are two devils in me .
on being the daughter of the family
if my body could speak, blythe baird // i put the coffin out to sea, lisa marie basile // @/belovedbi // ? // been a son, nirvana // elektra, sophokles; translated by anne carson // ? // churching, kristin chang
"mother, why won't you want me anymore?" a line from one of my poems and the pieces which remind me of the time my mother's love somehow turned into contempt.