Right here, right now,
There are parts of me.
Parts, that when I was still small enough
To fit my whole body and world into a bathtub,
My mom labeled as my "private parts."
But those aren't the private parts of me anymore.
Now, it's other, more public locations of myself.
My left hipbone.
The area between my neck and my chest.
My right forearm.
These may change, but who knows?
Secrets change all the time.
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song -- "Little House," The Fray
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My View from the Mount
PoetryA really close friend (she's the older sister I never had) once told me that I don't need to be established to consider myself a writer. So here I am. I'm a writer, but I'm not a professional. I'm just a girl with a pen who speaks through a notebook...
