Inspired by “Notebook Fragments” by Ocean Vuong
Older boys will kill you, mother said. I believed her.
Today I met an older boy. I’m terrified of the man I love, even though he’s the only one who believes me.
Close the door, daddy said. Turn off the lights, daddy said. You’re wasting electricity, daddy said. You’re wasting money, wasting water, wasting space, daddy said.
Listen to your dad, mommy said. You know you’re his jewel, his princess, right? Mommy said.
Note to self: The people who are killing you are also caring for you.
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1. The sky at 6pm. Sometimes, when the sky is clear, the sky is blue. The sky is blue. With a little bit of orange. I always found it fascinating how the universe tends to put two colours on opposite ends of the spectrum together.
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There’s Something That You Should Know
Before we begin I’d like to tell you all that I am transgender. I knew I was male ever since I was fifteen and I know that seems a little young, a little bit too soon to know for sure that this isn’t a phase but I could also say that about everyone in this room, so. You’re never too young to know what you prefer to be called.
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You jaywalked into my life like it would make you something of the Bad Boy trope. I laughed at you when you said you loved me. I hugged you when you said you cared. While I waited for the light to turn green I asked you if you thought it was worth the danger, if it was worth risking your life, I remember the last thing you said to me.
“If it means meeting someone like you, if it means that you are now the one who’d remember me when you think of your past, if it means changing someone’s life, even just a little, then I think we were worth breaking one little rule.”
An Open Letter
If you still think of me on days where the sun is too bright,
I hope you still think I was worth it.
That we were worth something.
I wonder now, about your life.
Do you still write?
Do you still dream?
Do you still lie back to watch the stars collide?
Do you still sing despite what people say?
Continue reading “To The Boy I Never Wrote Poetry For”
Inspired By a Song by Gregory And The Hawk (Meredith Gordeau): “Boats And Birds”
I’d go where you go.
No matter how far,
I’d be there for you.
I’d wade through when the tides drop low,
When the sun sets wherever you are.
I’d follow you even when the sky’s not blue.
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