why was it my responsibility?
a poetic piece reflecting on my upbringing.
By alayna doyalPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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butterflies floating around my head,
i am encased in a lepidopteran halo.
sometimes,
i wish i had silk-like wings to flutter
and drift through open air
without a care.
could you imagine how
ethereal it would be to
wrap your body up in
extensions of yourself?
i think
if i had been able to find sanctuary
within a built-in blanket of my own
anatomy, i might have been better
at protecting my younger self.
but then again,
why was it my responsibility
to keep myself safe when i was little?
why was i told
to fend for myself when
i didn't have the tools to do so?
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alayna doyal
hi, i'm alayna.
i'm a poet ☽
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