Tag Archives: identity

Who She’d Be

They told her she’d never be good enough, that her worthiness qualified her for nothing. They judged, seeing her like the world, through their hatred, insisting in whispers, she was less than human. Who would she be, if being her … Continue reading

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Becoming

If not now, when? In the springtime of her mind, becoming who? Choosing, dream sleep stirring waking the way. A hand closing doubt. Sensation racing across an ebony sky, touching alabaster. A scream falling silent, tranquility’s fluttering wings. Emergence, wearing … Continue reading

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In a Room Meant for One

In a room meant for one, the storm within shared space with dysphoria, the face looking back not her own. In a room holding two, other thoughts wrestled her own, the other voice accepted by those who didn’t know the … Continue reading

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The Sound of Her Life

Who was she without life, purpose, or her identity? The sense of self she’d fought so hard to find they wanted to bury. Breathe, she’d breathe, she’d let the haters fade away, she’d remember all she’d done, all she had, … Continue reading

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When the Mirror Lies

In her midnight childhood, the truth she couldn’t explain, the truth that’d be her end if she did. Each thought was two, one formed in her own words, the other edited to expectations to save her life. The mirror’s image … Continue reading

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She was She

A dream? Not a dream. One eye cracked revealing a dream come true, affirming a truth. She was she, the she she was supposed to be, she’d found herself, despite those who’d opposed her being free. She’d waited all her … Continue reading

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Wrapped in the Velvet of Her Soul

She wasn’t what she seemed, she was that place where dreams went when they required a key, far away, yet, beneath a gentle touch amidst her heart’s glow, transformed, wrapped in the velvet of her soul. She’d become what she … Continue reading

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Owning Herself

She’d own it, because it was hers, because it was her. Self was self, was her life. She’d own it all. She was multiple women within. Dynamic. Depressed. Determined. Compassionate. Creative. She’d own all she was. Let someone else, disagree, … Continue reading

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The Whole

Splitting post… One side sun, the other side none, each side a part of the whole where there are two sides in total. One side warmth on her face, the other side nary a trace, each side of her face … Continue reading

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