Real monsters

I used to believe that monsters lived under my bed. They loved scaring me in the dark. “That’s where they stay,” Society told me. “Where they belong.” But Society also ordered me to keep my stomach flat so people would like me. Short hair was for men. Lesbian. I couldn’t drive. I couldn’t lift anything … Continue reading Real monsters

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It’s simply insane sometimes How much we put into our lives Only hoping the memory of us will live on For others to come I have heard stories of others Of how they stood bravely Only fighting for their hopes and dreams For the life they desired Yet those who love, find another And they … Continue reading Home