Recognizing Privilege

I think of how lucky I am just to being me

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I didn’t ask to be born but

I won the genetic lottery

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I don’t have to do much

just a little mascara, maybe some blush and now

it looks like I’m made of pixie dust

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I truly am blessed to be born in the skin I am in

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Language Barriers

Why is this how you interact with me?

Do you see me?

Do you even know me?

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The kind words that go unspoken

leave my heart longing

for recognition.

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It pains me to not hear

what I know you feel.

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When you give me things

it’s not the same

as when you spend

time with me.

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I see you talking your own language-

keeping the house clean,

cooking dinner for me,

and keeping the cats alive.

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I see these things but

they are not deeply felt in my heart.

It’s because my own predisposition to love.

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The way you speak to me,

of love and comfort,

of companionship and loyalty,

of trust and faith…

with actions of love,

does not resonate as well

as when spoken in my own language.

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But slowly I am learning yours

so I can feel love

and speak to you how you understand.

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❤ Glitterfly Jessa

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Betrayal

I did it to myself you see,

I let my darkness grab ahold of me,

pull me under and drown me.

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Left with a soggy fucking mess

of pulled hearts and strings.

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My addictions to pain and

destruction let loose that day.

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Inside of me,

unleashed the beast,

who thinks she is wild

and indestructable but

becomes childlike

and vulnerable.

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The drinks take a hold of me,

and flood gate part of my brain

with sensory deprivation

and overload all at once.

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The universe expanding

and drowning

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inside of me.

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❤ Jessa

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Depression’s Trophy Wife

Depression doesn’t always look like depression.

~you know, those standardized images of people sad and crying unable to leave bed all day…

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but the anxious thoughts of worthlessness,

the irritable grumbles that come too quick,

the desire to binge and the desire to purge,

the inability to concentrate on interesting things,

the loss of appetite,

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the decline of emotions

typically shown as

a loss of interest in friends,

family,

food,

anything that once brought happy.

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Those are still the face of depression,

just hiding a little better.

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❤ Jessa

Foreign Thoughts

I just experienced the strangest thought…

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not strange, I suppose not.

but it was a foreign thought.

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I thought to myself as I wrote down some prose

~maybe I should edit or censor myself

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But No. 

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then who would I be?

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Except an ungenuine poet 

unraveling at the seams. 

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❤ Glitterfly Jessa

Serendipity

Luck?

What is it to me?

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Some call it serendipity,

but to me it’s nothing but make believe.

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Nothing in life happens by accident or luck.

It’s the following a good idea that struck;

struck a chord of the heart

or intuition per say

and keeps your energy flowing all day.

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Serependipity does not happen to me,

I create the good fortune in my life.

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❤ Glitterfly Jessa