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To The Black and Brown Girls Who Go Missing Before They Go Missing

Maybe it was because of the last time
you ran away with the boy
who looked like God.

Maybe it was because of the way
you came back three days later
like you were God.

Maybe they expected you
to resurrect like this, again,

like you have always been a dead girl,
wanting to rise,
glory and miracle.

Like you just wanted your loved ones
to gather around you
so you made a funeral of your body.

Maybe they did not search for you
because you being gone

was not enough evidence
that you were indeed missing.

You so loud, the police are sure
your family will find you.
Crying wolf. Crying rape. Crying.
You so loud
that when you are silent,

they point your parents in the direction
of your echo and say look,
a cave in love with her own darkness.

When the media does not report the news
of your disappearance, you are not a girl worthy of a torch.

You, girl with bonfire hair, do not get to be illuminated.
Do not get to smile for the sake of being happy.

You have a prison grin. They say, it’s your mouth that keeps you captive.
You talk crazy before you talk freedom. It is no wonder you are missing.

Look, how your whole life is condensed to height, weight, eye color, tattoos, piercings.
You, get to be an art gallery on a light pole.

You, do not get to be someone’s favorite song.
You, get to be broken record.

You, do not get an amber Alert if your name is not Amber.
You, a name too hard to pronounce, must mean you difficult too.

Must mean you not worthy of a chorus to sing you into a prayer.
Must make you a melody we forgot the words too, a quiet hum.

A flash mob with no mob and no flash.
You, a dance too hard to memorize.

When they stumble upon your lifeless body in a lake,
they point out every other time in your life you’ve drowned.

Medical records will float to the surface before your body does:
Depression, Bi-Polar.

They will say you did this to yourself.

Girls like you are always found submerged in a body of water.
Always baptized, never saved.

--Maylin Reynoso
by Elisabet Velasquez

http://www.vibe.com/2016/08/elisabet...aylin-reynoso/

[Genesis]

"The art of living is neither careless drifting on the one hand nor fearful clinging to the past on the other.
It consists in being sensitive to each moment,
in regarding it as utterly new and unique,
in having the mind open and wholly receptive."

- Alan Watts

[Genesis]

“What you contemplate, you touch.
What you enter into in imagination, you make yourself one with.”

- Dion Fortune, Principles of Esoteric Healing

[Genesis]

[Genesis]

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[Genesis]

“Gratitude helps you to grow and expand;
gratitude brings joy and laughter into your life and into the lives of all those around you.”

- Eileen Caddy

[Bubala]

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[Genesis]

You suppose you are the trouble
But you are the cure
You suppose that you are the lock on the door
But you are the key that opens it
It's too bad that you want to be someone else
You don't see your own face, your own beauty
Yet, no face is more beautiful than yours.

- Rumi

[Genesis]

"Whatever life takes away from you, let it go."

- Don Miguel Ruiz

[CherryWine]

For many years, I have been moved by the blue at the far edge of what can be seen, that color of horizons, of remote mountain ranges, of anything far away. The color of that distance is the color of an emotion, the color of solitude and of desire, the color of there seen from here, the color of where you are not. And the color of where you can never go.

- Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost

[Genesis]

to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again...

- Ellen Bass

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[Genesis]

[BullDog]

The naïve follow their hearts. The wise lead with their hearts.

- Anon

[Genesis]

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