my mom’s lips always felt dry
she probably had to wipe her face after crying
my first kiss was a girl
her lips were silky and moisted
how exotic
my second kiss was a boy
his lips were dry as a paper
i felt at home
how scary—run
my third kiss was also a boy
he killed me
I am a girl so i must be strong—i thought
he came
you are a girl so you must be weak—he said
who do i believe?
I felt bad and got sick—he must be right
I assumed
Then I wanted to cry but i couldn’t
Am I strong or weak then?
You are you—they said.
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Author:
She (
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