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Tube
There are trains, always heading down the same vein, outside of your window. Under electric blankets, I observe a world that I never really felt part of, as it parades past your window, trying to impress me, but I can only ever look, I can never explore. Exploring is danger, and I’m so delicate these…
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Cider
Golden dreams inside my glass, your eyes are on me. Let’s dream, together.
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Fly Away
Everyone I meet, tells me that they feel they’ve known me all their lives, soulmates in seconds, but never sticking around. I am the home of broken souls, building up the broken wings that flutter in my direction, then watching them fly away.
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Jessica Krug
Hi Jess, can I call you Jess? Say yes. Go on, we’re family, probably, somewhere along the lines, right? Because we’re the same, ebbing between ethnic lines, except mine isn’t a lie. You’ve got me all mixed up, sis, and I was already a confusing concoction. Not quite white enough to wade away from racism,…
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To Men Who Catcall
A man with no manners called me rude, after shouting something about my boobs, and being wounded by the sharp edges of my sweary response. I assume he’ll heal, from being told to fuck off, but my body is full of scars, spoken onto my skin, by men, who don’t know how to keep their…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 