“I’m From…” Exercise

I’m from the crib at the towers,

I’m from studying for a test every minute,

I’m from wondering how I’m going to hit the word count,

I’m from peer review,

I’m from watching Netflix instead doing this work.

“It’s Okay If…” Exercise

It’s okay if you suck at video games,

It’s okay if you’re not rich,

It’s okay if you can’t make good food,

It’s okay if our personalities our opposite,

It’s okay if your hairline is gone,

It’s okay if you’re quiet,

It’s okay if you put the milk first,

It’s okay if you’re short,

It’s okay if you’re not funny,

It’s okay if you smell good,

It’s okay if you have style,

It’s okay if you’re not a bum.

Scar Exercise

Rachel was 15 years into her youth and participated in the fencing club in her school. She began preparing for the bout against a guy who sucked at the sport. Hesitant to make the first strike, he came and landed an incorrect move, and instead of hitting her chest, he caused immeasurable pain to her vagina. After the blow, she wanted to mess with him and escalated the situation. She said “wtf you hit me in my vagina. Why would you do that?” He felt embarrassed and overly worried, but she let him know everything was cool. Overall, she still brings it up to him about the time he hit her in the vagina during their fencing match for comedic relief.

What I Mourn Poem

The moment I realized

all the misunderstandings I’ve made

prioritized my decision to changing homes.

I was reluctant and redundant

when I did nothing.

I would arch back and watch my life twist and turn,

but I couldn’t fight back every word that hurt me.

He drank,

She yelled,

They didn’t talk to me in school,

She didn’t love me,

I did nothing.

Rowdy expects me to walk straight,

but how can I,

I’m not a fighter,

it’s just in the rules.

I’m trapped inside

and the keys are right in front of me,

but I can’t seem to reach it.