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I'm being pulled from my roots.
What was the thing I did?
The body this hair grows on is agitated. She is in pain.
She opens her mouth -ready to, but knowing she can’t- scream
Attention to her disgruntled state could not be tolerated
I wish she could speak (to me)
I wish she could hear (me)
I am a part of the body she's twisting in and out of. I want to help
But all I am is one more part for her to harm
Her body pays homage to the beating she receives from the voices in her head.
I wish she heard (every other voice outside)
They are so confused
So you need to try
You need to try to scream louder than the voices inside speak
You need to tolerate the attention
They need to see the state of your body- destroyed by the state of your mind
They are ready to help
But you appear a statue
Pristine
I wish they could hear (the punishing voices in your mind)
I wish they saw (the only signs of distress you allow- the restless hands, the tears held at bay by torturing the lips)
I wish, when you looked at the crowd around you, you saw allies
But you've only ever seen strangers
If you can't hear the voices outside your body,
At least listen to your body.
Your mind screams chaos
Your hair wishes to be left to peace
Your lips wish to not be cut apart
Your hands and legs wish to remain still
Your mind may be the conductor, but there is more within you than chaos
Can you at least hear this?
If not your mind, then maybe you can begin with your body knowing peace