I heard her footsteps lead towards the gate.
The clap of her shoes on the asphalt great.
Beyond, her freedom awaits.
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The Eldest Daughter ✔️
PoetryA collection of poems I wrote ages 13 to 31 that show how I grapple with neurodivergence, gender roles, and the conservative fundamentalist environment I was raised in. This is the most vulnerable work I have released to date, letting you into intim...
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I heard her footsteps lead towards the gate.
The clap of her shoes on the asphalt great.
Beyond, her freedom awaits.
