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Kat Wallace Poem
You will tell them that you were raped,
They will say “What clothes were you wearing”,
You will tell them that a boy was making you uncomfortable,
They will say” You are being dramatic”.
They will tell you to cover your bra straps,
You will ask your mother why,
She will say”You don't want to make the boys feel awkward”.
Through all of this you will ask,
‘Why does it matter what clothes I had on”,
And “Why don’t they believe me”,
So many Whys and Hows,
You will feel drowned in them.
So many voices telling you,
“You look better when you smile”,
And “You would be prettier with makeup”
You will wonder when your body became an object,
When your intelligence was to be hidden,
You will wonder when all that mattered was,
What clothes you wear,
And what was hidden underneath.
You will wonder all these things,
But wonder this,
When did their opinion become all that important?
Never wonder about their opinion,
There are much better things to wonder about.
Wonder about what lies in the deepest oceans and what flies on the open horizon,
Wonder about far off stars and other galaxies,
Wonder about the molecules that make up everything you see,
And wonder about everything in between.
Tend to that flame of curiosity,
And not by any means will that flame die.
You are their equal in every way,
They will never look down upon you,
Because you will be right there,
Looking them in the eye.
And when you get there,
Don’t forget where you roots lay,
Don’t forget,
Don’t forget for every young girl,
Don’t forget so that no schoolgirl has to go through that to.
Copyright © Kat Wallace | Year Posted 2018
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Kat Wallace Poem
To my heroes with rainbow eyes,
You brought color back to my world,
You rescued me from my demise.
To my blue haired sprite,
Who took my shattered soul and said,
“It’s cool, I have superglue”,
And made sure I never left a single shard behind.
To my green eyed puck,
Spilling everyone’s tea,
And is unabashedly herself,
Cracks and all.
And to my ever smiling Seraph,
A gift from la Grande Madre,
The yin to my yang,
The moon to my ocean,
The lifeblood of my still beating heart.
To my wayward sisters,
Always by my side,
Renewing my hope,
Destroying anger, fear, and loss,
Instilling faith, love, and peace,
Seeking the light in this dark world.
In sisterhood we stand,
Maybe it was meant to be,
Perfect they are not,
Aware of the pain that festers in the past,
Living in fields sown with salt,
A pillar of flame in the storm of life.
Copyright © Kat Wallace | Year Posted 2018
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Kat Wallace Poem
The psych ward,
The place everybody assumes is all padded rooms and restraints,
People think that being in the hospital defines you.
So tell me,
Does having been in hospital define me?
Does it define me as crazy or unsafe?
Let me answer that for you,
No it doesn't,
It says that I knew I had a problem,
And I did something about,
I was tired of the way I was living and I changed it.
Being in the hospital is being in a safe space,
A space that you can be who you are
And say what you feel,
And not have someone say,
“Freak”, or much, much worse.
I was in the hospital because I thought,
I was the forgotten girl,
The freak and and the fake friend,
I am the one that went to the hospital,
I am the one who tried to still her beating heart.
But the only difference between me and you,
Is the chemical imbalance in my brain,
The imbalance that I can't help.
So don't hold it against me when I don't want to talk to you,
Don't hold it against me when time and time again I you push away.
Please push back with all your might
Because I am the one who assume its my fault if you're unhappy
Because I am the one who treats you like a stranger,
Even if I have known you for years.
Trust doesn't come easy for me,
But trust me when I say,
“I am trying” and,
“I will get there eventually”.
Because I am the one who loves and never lets go,
I am the one who loves being alive,
Even if my mind is telling me death is better.
Come visit me in the hospital,
Because I think I have been forgotten,
If you don’t.
Please don't define me by where I have been,
Because I am here now;
Even if I don't know for how long.
Because I am here now,
Love and support me,
And please never let go.
Copyright © Kat Wallace | Year Posted 2018
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