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[vulva-vixen]

Things I guess.

The subtle hints And mis direction I had confused exchanged glances For something of magic I don’t know how to do these things And I’m confused all together But I know what I want Persuasive writing was never my forte So these skibbles And threads of thoughts will have to do You are a figment of a dream I had once reoccurring and haunting the reality of my world. Notice me Because your existence is something I cannot comprehend.

[vulva-vixen]

Some late night Poetry

I am my mothers tears as she watched her father leave. I am my fathers fear as he saw his mother beaten. I am the long nights of shame and the strength found in the morning. I am the abandoned lovers and regrets. I am the nostalgic past that keeps up at 2 am . I am what my mother wishes she could have done, and what my father never did. I am the moon that led my Abuela over the mountains. And the stars that guide my Nina home. I am everyone and I hold the history.