in the seventh grade
i man that i somehow
still trust implicitly
handed me a pandora's box,
wrapped with newspaper.
the headlines screamed stories
of girls like me
who irritated him
with our
blind leaps of faith
and imbalanced heart-head (love-religion) ratio.
i burned through the paper
like an illiterate street kid
looking for scraps of food
in a recycling bin.
inside was dry air
and at the bottom of the box,
stenciled like a photograph
was the word "why?"
were the answers given to a girl
too self-absorbed
to ask the questions?
weren't the answers given to the ones
who tear themselves apart
just looking for
which questions to ask?
i know that morality
has little to do with redemption
because i own
too many mirrors.
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i love this,
you are amazing,
i want to know the story behind it
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