Part One:
Picture me… centered in Love
my map is full of treasures
with X’s and O’s marking each memory
to me a kiss and a hug represents family
it’s “hello” and “goodbye”, it’s “I’m sorry” and “I’m here”
my family is my Love
a Love that I sometimes do not like
blood and money tying it together
secrets and pain hanging over each privileged member
our outside shell with glossed over cracks
and forgotten about kin, not perfect or pure enough
I am female in my family
I am liberal in my family
I am single in my family
I am atheist in my family
and that matters
my educated voice is often misunderstood
as I carefully speak to closed minds and aged ears
sometimes I want to scream
but then I remember the Love
the X of my dad’s never-ending support
the home my mom creates within herself
my aunt’s magical way of curing pain
the Love is a compass that guides me.
Part Two:
With Love guiding me I was blinded
Sheltered from reality as the Today Show echoed through my big white house
as my mom drove me to school while my dad owned the buses that stopped nearly at my door
as I attended classes with the same 30 people I had known since preschool
as I matured within a predominantly white, catholic, conservative small town
But that Love that left me in the dark
also held privilege
the privilege to leave
staying was never even an option
While my peers had never imagined another world
my path was predetermined with arrows pointing towards higher education
pushed into the university blind and uninformed
my body was forced to navigate differently.
Part Three:
I found myself searching for the X’s
the buried treasures that possibly had answers
possibly had Love
college opened my eyes and forced me into a new reality
but I was still able to blend into a whitewashed campus
unaware of its violent hidden history
I felt safe and welcome in each class
the new freedom quickly molded me into a girl I did not know
alcohol blurred my weekends together
sex became frequent and forgotten
I was having what they call the “college experience”
my grades stayed consistent because failing was my biggest fear
completely self-centered in need of likes and praise
here I lost memories and fragments of time
Memories my body survived without my mind
memories buried without an X.
Part Four:
Somewhere in between the college-sponsored drinking and nonconsensual sex
I found meaning
guided by my X’s
my center
my Love
what I would later recognize as also my privilege
listening in class I connected with each word in a way I never had before
I saw what my body represented
how easily it moved through different spaces
I became aware of the people standing next to me
and the people who were not
lessons held power with discomfort and difficult realities
each day pushed me to question my values and understanding of the world
my Love began to spread beyond myself
thriving within an institution
confused but strengthened by the titles of each class
centering women
giving me a space I didn’t know I needed.
About the Creator
Goldie
Here to grow my writing skills and learn from others. I hope that my openess and honestly allows for others to relate.
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