A Poem by Willa Bennett: It

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a friend from home says i look skinnier these days from pictures on the internet.

i wonder if that is all she sees.

 

i guess you could say i am taller now.

 

i only feel lonely when i am followed home in Greece, asked to pull my shirt down for free entry, told to be softer.

 

it is kind of like living stuck in that feeling right when you are about to cry,

but you are in a public place so you take a deep breath and swallow it

 

so instead, i double knot my shoes and walk home in the cold.

My intoxication is not an invitation for you to touch my precious limbs.

 

i am constantly reminding myself to not take the moon’s smirk too personally,

I guess you should call me all grown up now.

 

 

Poetry & photography by Willa Bennett

 

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