i taught myself that feminism was a badge to be worn under your clothes and to be undressed by the ones you force yourself to forget is the greatest display of womanhood; only to realize i was also sewing not enough into the open wounds you left.
that my undressed body was not a badge you could wear overtop of your clothes fore i must be hidden.
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Hysterical letters to my sanity
Poetrya collection of poems inspired by stories I've read, people I've met and paths I've crossed, read and enjoy yourself:)
