My Capital-T Truth

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Poetry Friday: Mortality

Mortality A cemetery: If this is all we come to, it will be okay.

Poetry Friday: The View

The View Slow river flowing white jade in the morning light; silver in the night.

open letter to a young swan

So I wrote this poem for a class and thought it would be appropriate for YMF. Fingers crossed that this isn’t grounds for excommunication. 😉 Love you all!

Young Mormon Feminists

My dear self,
I have a few things to say to you.
You came out of high school on top
with no babies or rap sheets, no debt, no addictions,
but life has been painful.
Life weighs on your shoulders, a battle fought internally.
You take swirling trains of thought in your mind,
constantly struggling to figure out who you are.
I know that right now it does not seem like everything is going to be okay.
You are worried that you do not fit in.

But it is more than that.
You have never really fit in with the girls, have you?
You have always liked boys better.
Boys are easier to be yourself with.
You can easily be a girl in a group of boys.
In a group of girls, you feel like a giraffe.
Tall, square knees, frizzy hair, big hands, big feet, big nose; big everything.

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