Writings for Winter

Meggie Royer. In love with words. "I write to make you suffer."

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New poem.

By Meggie Royer

[aidashakur]

realizing nothing can fill my void other than doing everything i promised myself i would do

[queermasculine]

[gripping the sink] perfectionism does not help me avoid embarrassment or shame. perfectionism is in itself a form of shame. when i struggle with perfectionism i struggle with shame. when i struggle with perfectionism i struggle with shame. when i struggle with perfectionism i struggle with shame

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This is just a fraction, a small sample, of what it's like to be a female writer on the Internet. These are just a few examples of what men think it's okay to comment on my poems on my writing Facebook page - most often when it's a poem about sexism or violence against women.

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By Meggie Royer

[maxxie-or-smth]

who do you think i am? looking for recommendations

[fudamnshi]

for me to be known is to be humiliated Lowkey

[ryebreadgf]

YOU CAN NEVER GO BACK! YOU CAN NEVER GO BACK! YOU CAN BITE AND SCRATCH AND BEG BUT YOU CAN NEVER GO BACK!

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[krisonthefrontporchwithabeer]

Keep salting the wound I'm close

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What brings you hope?

I love this question, thank you :)

The people in my state (Minnesota) give me hope. Women give me hope. Poetry, tattoos, children, strangers who ask if other strangers need help carrying their groceries. Independent bookstores, the way pets love, the feeling of entering a dimly lit room for the first time

Overhearing strangers at coffee shops talking about how to resist sexism, racism, xenophobia.

Movie theater marquees lit up at night. Kind gestures between patrons at a bar. Libraries. Librarians.

The blooming of flowers. Squirrels scattering across the yard. Strangers asking to pet other strangers' dogs.

The way the world begins again, and again, and again in the morning and things are almost always better in the morning.

[anxeious]

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By Meggie Royer

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Recently, after years of graduate school, supervision, and an exam, I reached the highest level of social work licensure in my state. The schooling and Board requirements are the least of what it took me to get here. It would take me years to explain what this means to me.

I have no doubt that my experiences with sexual violence and the enormous trauma they caused led me along this path.

Somewhere out there, in another world, another version of me might be living a life that looks very different.

I am not grateful for what I endured, but I am grateful for what I have learned, and there is no gratitude large enough to convey how indebted I am to every woman along the way who chipped away at my feelings of powerlessness.

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