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wow I forgot I made these when I was much younger and really into The Sims and making stories. This was al old blog I shared with my rommate. I have a few more on that blog, I forgot that these were fun, but looking at it now, lmao, I can see every single error. Rip. Still looks better than some of my current stuff. Gonna attach my others here. I should get back into graphics at some point.

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Little Girl (Afterword)

This poem was inspired by many factors, such as the constant violent crime against women. While writing this poem, I listened to A Lotta True Crime by Penelope Scott. The anger in the song is a drop in the barrel of the rage that women feel towards the world that turned their back. Screams in the night are masked with the voices that tell women they shouldn’t have dressed like that, they shouldn’t have left the house that day, they shouldn’t have fought back, they shouldn’t have smiled at him. Everything is the fault of the woman and never the disgusting beast that can’t control its animalistic urges; if you voice this, the beast will turn on you, bearing its teeth and claws, threatening to eat your being and spit you to the ground, stomping on your corpse while searching for the next little girl to maim.

I’ve always dressed the same, in large hoodies and jeans, and I found the clothes comforting. It didn’t stop a man, years older than me, from trying to hold me down and put his hand under my hoodie, telling me I was asking for it because I’d shared my lunch with him. I saw a young man with hunger in his eyes, and I held out what I had to ease his burden. He ate his fill and sought more. He didn’t expect me to be so strong, to be able to hurt his body and free myself. He didn’t expect the rage, the bitter remarks, nor the revenge. He was known for touching the students in the years beneath him. He didn’t realize there is always a bigger fish. It only took a favor and that shark at the guppy whole, leaving scales and fins among the blood-stained water. He remained in school, but his head was low, and his voice was soft. The girls were no longer afraid – but I was marked as the crazy bitched. I wore the badge with pride. I would do it again and again.

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Little Girl

Bring the broken and the scared.

Gather their shattered hearts in your scarred hands.

Deliver them to the roots of the tree; worry not as they sink into the soil and join the earth.

This is not a punishment, not something to fear.

As they become one with the world, they will heal and incubate. 

Wounds are tended and scars are healed.

From within they are born anew:

Some become leaves, beautiful and ever-changing.

Some acorns who will grow with the one with whom they were reborn.

Some will become birds, taking to the skies; while they may be gone, their song will always remain.

Bring the broken and the scarred, deliver them to the roots of the tree.

The one in the center of the woods, the heart of the forest, the guardian of all;

Bring the lost so they may heal.

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Still alive. Still wandering. Working on more manips, slowly. Dipping back into poetry. They'll be hosted on a side blog, over here. Hopefully, posting more aesthetics soon. Hope all are well and heads are above the water as much as possible.

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