i break for the women who's lives are have been stuffed with others, who's lungs have never been their own
i weep for the women with glass encasing their eyes, holding in their soul and their tears from falling away
i pray for the women who's organs are being poisoned by lead they mistake for love, who's open heart is only inviting toxins into their bloodstream
i feel for the women who's mouthes have been stitched shut and their fingers broken, told to slow their words and quiet their movements
i wish for the women with chests leaking out their trauma and their bruises blossoming like roses on their palms
i long for the women who's skin is calloused and peeling and burnt by bearing the burdens of the moon under an unyielding sun
i beg for the women who now are empty due to those who believed they could make homes out of human beings
- i cry for the girls the world forgot
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Symptoms of Starlight | Poetry
Poetry"you've been brushed by the need for something greater, your head waits for a crown." In which a girl writes down everything from 2 am thoughts to afternoon drabbles to empowering poems in hopes it all means something.
