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Read MoreIt was a beautiful spring day. Birds were singing, wild flowers were sprouting and we were riding towards our doom. More than fifty of us rode out of the school that day not knowing that less than half will...
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Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
Nativity of Loss
(I will always love you, my heart.)I read a poem that evoked a tear
a single, trembling drop
that spun me backward,
into shadows of what was
and the ever-present numbness
of could-have-beens.25 days to go…
The air tastes different now,
heavier with memory,
as the earth tilts toward the same cold light
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Thank you…this really was a pouring out… a hard write for me.
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Actually, two came out that day. and lots of tears… but something I needed to write. It’s been years, but some Christmases I’m a bit indifferent/melancholy… I will post the other as well.
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
F*ck the Game
anyone could tell you
I was never a raving beauty
even my family would agreetoo many freckles
not enough oomph
that indefinable thing
(whatever it was)
that made other girls stunningthink of them as Barbies
and me…a paper doll
not much without all the added extras
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YES!!!! EXACTLY!!!! Say it loud and proud, Willow. -Curt
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Thank you, Curt!
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Read Moreanyone could tell you I was never a raving beauty even my family would agree too many freckles not enough oomph that indefinable thing (whatever it was) that made other girls stunning think of them as Barbies and me...a paper doll not much without all the added extras and even...
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Willow, you are stating facts. There is no winning “if she is supposed to be better than me” F*em
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I look back at old photos now and think wtf? I don’t think they can win if we don’t play the game. So I bowed out in favor of just being me. Thank you, Fia
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Great poem with an honest message. Fuck them all! Bravo!
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Thank you! 🙌
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Comparison is the thief of joy.
Let those that judge lose their joy and you dear Willow keep yours.
Great write.
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P.S. If that avatar is a picture of you, you look more than fine to me.-
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I think if it hadn’t been those closest to me (my cousin not included) doing the comparing and always pointing out my failings, it wouldn’t have been so easy to believe the bullshit. And yes, the avatar is me. Hair colour subject to change without notice, but it always returns to its natural white. Thank you, Peter
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Powerfully penned, Willow. Excellent write with layers and layers of depth and honesty my friend. To be honest I was oblivious to flirting or signs of interest from women. My friends would tell me after the fact that so and so was all into me, I laugh about it now, but I just didn’t think women thought of me that way. lol. I didn’t think highly of myself and when subscribing to that way of thought, it left to me blind to possibilities I guess. That was deep. lol. Sorry about the flashback. You’re a beautiful woman and a kindred spirit my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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I lived with my cousin and her family for a year in 8th grade and I remember coming around the corner to her room and hearing her tell her best friend she was afraid her boyfriend would like me better because I was prettier than her. I froze in my tracks in shock. The way society (and family) feeds us such bullshit to tear us down is mind blowing. It wasn’t long after that incident that she told me how she has to play the game. She chose to continue to play the game…on her terms though. I said fuck that and stopped trying. Amazing what we see when we look back through the mirror of time, isn’t it? Thank you, my friend
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She is a lovely person and she never engaged in the comparison game. She gave me my first ounce of self-affirmation and I’ll be forever grateful to her for seeing what nobody else did. Thank you, Brenda 🧡
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It took me a lot of years to come into my, as it were. Did modeling in my youth and still didn’t believe in me. Thank you, Gus
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Hah! I love that version of the chant! I think I’ll keep that one in mind. Thank you, M.E
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Dear W,
Fuck yeah!
Crazy the amount of time we spend on comparisons and standard’s of beauty. I really appreciated this piece for the insightful honesty and realization of standing up to the game. Well done. H🌷
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My daughter was enjoying this until she reached the section on my cousin’s reality, then she started crying. Reality hit her. There is no way to win, so let’s not play. Thank you, Honoria
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A single trembling drop. that imagery is felt