I have found that when I look at my past self. We don’t have much in common.<\/p>\n
People who saw her saw only a toy. \u00a0Something to be played with. \u00a0Unsolicited, sexist, and vulgar comments they’d spit. \u00a0The cringiest things.<\/p>\n
People who associated themselves with her called her ghetto, as if ghetto were an adjective.<\/p>\n
The few people who thought they knew her, thought she was so strong, so tough. \u00a0They thought nothing ever truly got to her. \u00a0Never was she shook; or, so they thought.<\/p>\n
But they never really knew the true me. \u00a0She had a sense of self.\u00a0 She knew her emotions, and they were strong.\u00a0 She had confidence, pride, and passion. She was headstrong but open-minded. \u00a0She knew where she belonged and where she could make herself a place to be. \u00a0She could make anyplace her home.<\/p>\n
That girl was intimidating. She would step right up to the tallest boy in school and knock out his two front teeth despite the fact she’d have to find some sort of way to reach<\/strong> his mouth.<\/p>\n That was the old me; brave, sure, always standing tall.\u00a0 Or perhaps I had myself<\/em> fooled, because now, I’ve been put in a new situation; a harmless environment where I feel safe for the most part.\u00a0 And now I am unsure. \u00a0I am not brave. \u00a0I’m quite scared, because I don’t know where I’m headed or who I am. \u00a0My head is not on my shoulders because my shoulders are already heavily burdened.\u00a0 So I tend to lose it from time to time.\u00a0 But that’s okay.\u00a0 I will grow into myself; filling that mysterious gap in my personality.<\/p>\n My head will instead floats above the clouds and I will find myself never where I need to be, but I will not care. \u00a0I will be perplexed. \u00a0I will be ignorant to all my problems until I trip, slicing my knees on the concrete. \u00a0I will not feel it. \u00a0No, I will not numb in a angsty art-kid way. \u00a0No, I will be\u00a0 numb because I choose to wipe off the blood and push the pain off into the grass.<\/p>\n Now I will never be sure. \u00a0I shall go with the flow. \u00a0I’ll roll with it. \u00a0I’ll try not to overthink things much. \u00a0I will strive to become impulsive. \u00a0I’ll have never been so ecstatic to make mistakes. \u00a0Of course, there are consequences. \u00a0However, \u00a0I shall continue this way because I am exploring. \u00a0I am finding myself.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I have found that when I look at my past self. We don’t have much in common. People who saw her saw only a toy. \u00a0Something to be played with. \u00a0Unsolicited, sexist, and vulgar comments they’d spit. \u00a0The cringiest things. People who associated themselves with her called her ghetto, as if ghetto were an adjective. … Continue reading “Re-kindling the Fire”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":23,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/583"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/23"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=583"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/583\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":930,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/583\/revisions\/930"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=583"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=583"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=583"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}