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Elizabeth Acevedo

  • Eugeniaцитирует2 года назад
    A truth
    you did not want
    to know
    can rot & grow mold
    in the pit
    of your stomach,
    can sour
    every taste
    you’ve ever had,
    can cast a stench
    so bad you forget
    you’ve ever known
    a sweet thing.
  • Eugeniaцитирует2 года назад
    Dreams are like the pieces of fluff that get caught in your hair;
    they stand out for a moment, but eventually you wash them
    away, or long fingers reach in & pluck them out
  • Eugeniaцитирует2 года назад
    I am beginning to learn

    that life-altering news

    is often like a premature birth:

    ill-timed, catching someone unaware,

    emotionally unprepared

    & often where they shouldn’t be:
  • Eugeniaцитирует2 года назад
    He must have realized

    his laugh was like one of those paper shredders

    making a sad confetti of my hopes.

    He did not apologize.
  • Eugeniaцитирует2 года назад
    I never stopped being my parents’ steady daughter.

    Who did her chores & bothered no one.

    Even now, that is not a habit I know how to break
  • Eugeniaцитирует2 года назад
    Swimming might be the closest to flying

    a human being can get. There is something

    about your body displacing water

    in order to propel through space that makes you feel

    Godtouched. That makes me understand evolution,

    that we really must have crawled up from the sea.
  • Eugeniaцитирует2 года назад
    I am theirs. You can see them on me.

    But I am also all mine, mostly.
  • Eugeniaцитирует2 года назад
    Playing chess taught me a queen is both:

    deadly & graceful, poised & ruthless.

    Quiet & cunning. A queen

    offers her hand to be kissed,

    & can form it into a fist

    while smiling the whole damn time.
  • Eugeniaцитирует2 года назад
    “Just let yourself mourn, sweetie.
    You can’t run from what hurts you,
    or like a dog smelling fear,
    that grief will just keep chasing with ever-sharp teeth.”
    I go back to stacking books.
  • Eugeniaцитирует2 года назад
    I am from a playground place.
    Our oceans that we need for fish
    are cleared so extranjeros can kite surf.
    Our land, lush & green, is bought
    & sold to foreign powers so they can build
    luxury hotels for others to rest their heads.
    The bananas & yucca & sugarcane
    farmed & harvested, exported,
    while kids thank God for every little scrap
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