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of course men can’t fathom girlhood. of course they don’t hold their boyhood in such high regard as women do with their girlhood; they have never looked down at their wrist & seen a hair tie they didn’t buy.
mother/girl;
If I had a time machine, I would go back to visit my mother as a child. I want to sit on the other side of the seesaw and be able to count how many teeth she is missing, to listen to the tales of how she lost them. I want to push her on the swing until her squeals hurt my ears and my heart stops bleeding. but mostly, I want to hand her a picture of my father, & tell her to run from her fate.
I would be alright with never being born if it meant my mom would've been truly happy, I know she is unhappy because she reminds me of it every day with her hesitation to tell me she loves me. and though I love my father, I mourn for the woman, the girl, the child my mother was before she met him.
and as he stares into the sky, there are twice as many stars as usual
i don't think I was made for anything great. like maybe i was born to be second place so someone else could be first. always good, but never great. always potential, but never fulfilled. (always an angel, never a god.) i'm not meant for anything but living for someone else. i think i was made to sit on the curb in front of my house and peel back an orange just to give you the bigger half. but to someone, this will be the greatest act of kindness, and that is what I live for.