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our tongues cut, leaving us speechless, their language was never meant for us, our work is our narratives in flux, sounds, words, images, movement that is us. the heavy labor of our existence, the work that works to piece the pieces. if I don’t see me, am i real? our stories buried and burned, histories willfully misrecorded, bodies brutalized and distorted. a void is not a dormant soundless hole, it can be a chaotic dissonant space, it can be a vortex at your core that wrings you out and leaves you broken. surface living to quell the anxieties of not knowing who you are and where you come from. “See me // within it all I never saw myself seen I didn’t know of a language to make it make sense, feel real, to make it stick. I could grow, and be just the way I am and be loved for it. Because that’s how it should be, right? Because that’s what they said, that’s what they like. I couldn’t have them calling me a cactus. Because I couldn’t look like that when I was going out, could I? I associated myself with something untidy, unpleasant, and loving myself turned into this tedious task because I couldn’t. If I was too lazy to do it, I just wouldn’t go out. And if I couldn’t wax it off, I shaved it all. Until this little fantasy turned into a nightmare.
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I was thrilled to remove my hair and have baby soft, hairless skin. “There was this time where puberty was just commencing and gifted me a full-blown pube-stache, and to be given a razor to snip it off was a dream.