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"Some conversations can change the world." See the classic: 🤍youtu.be/p02NGb4B4Vs Hear more stories: simonandschuster.com/books/get-lit-rising/
I also was told to smile all the time during my childhood and early adulthood. I hated it. Still hate it.
I read this poem and Art Class by her and won in both categories in my school speech contest. Her work inspires me so much and im so glad I found these poems because they really keep me going. I hope she gains the popularity she deserves
God loves u so much ✝️💕✝️🖤✝️💕✝️🖤✝️ and he will always.share the gospel
Lovee this
God loves u so much 🕆🕇🌻
This made me cry. So incredible thank you
Oh, this is so good. I will cherish this and spit parts of it at people who try to mold me into what they want to see
It’s not your mouth 😣
People don’t give girls enough credit.
I’m in the ninth grade now,
And the last time I studied a uniquely female narrative was in 6th grade.
That might not seem like a lot, three years, but...it is.
Difference between 12 & 15, between girl and...
We’re reading to kill a mockingbird now,
And I was walking home one day,
Thinking about how Bill's hair was described as duck fluff,
Or how Scout viewed reading as breathing,
Or what I’d help my mom make for dinner when...
I guess I was frowning a little,
Deep in thought
Someone, a man, a grown man, told me to, “Smile sweetheart!”
Strange right?
Telling some stranger to look happy?
You know it only takes one more muscle than smiling to punch someone in the teeth...
Blood’s better than tears anyway,
Action over thought,
Thoughts left lingering,
Wriggling through vital veins and organs when trying to fight something you know is bigger than you,
The cudgel that has bludgeoned countless before,
Because if there’s no struggle then you lose the cold and broken hallelujah of...
“Well, at least you fought back.”
Don’t tell sad girls to smile.
Don’t tell sad girls to smile,
Because she might be the type who gets cut by hip bones,
Don’t tell sads girls to smile,
Because she might still be trying to scrub someone else’s sin from her skin.
Hot water, holy water,
It all flows under the same bridge eventually.
And the dead can only feel cold.
So if she can feel the burning water then maybe-
Maybe don’t tell sad girls to smile,
Because she does it for herself,
Or someone she feels comfortable with,
Not some slack-jawed, fish-eyed nice guy who doesn’t find a frown appealing.
She might have a good reason to be sad so don’t you tell me to smile!
It’s not your mouth.
It’s not yours to kiss,
To consume,
To find comfort in when the windows rattle in the storm,
Or your heart rattles in your rib cage.
Like seeds in the dry earth,
Unable to grow without a little water,
And sunshine and tenderness,
And if you really want a sad girl to smile,
Then you hold her,
Until you’re drenched in perfume,
From the gardens you planted in her heart,
So that every time her wounds reopen,
She bleeds bouquets.
But I’m not yours to hold,
And if you keep walking around telling sad girls to smile,
No one will ever want to be.
And if you come any closer, I’ll bite you,
And smile red.
Gives me Anne with an E vibes
and I love it
I. Have a ungly. Smile
Peapole made fun of. At school. I can't smile in at the bullies. In the hallway
I think we should stop telling other people what to do. As a man I am constantly being asked if I'm angry, because I don't smile as much as everyone else. Why is everyone afraid of me because I'm not smiling 24/7. I have feelings too. I can feel sadness too. I can hurt deep inside and not want hide from the world. Leave us alone!
I never liked that either. There are plenty of fatuous pop songs with the same imperative. It always struck me as something Mao might order.
Aha! Looking on Wikipedia, Shiny Happy People" (1991) by REM. It reads "...The lyrics for the song were written as a satirical translation of the Chinese government's propaganda used after the 1989 Tiananmen massacre.[6] ".
“don’t tell sad girls to smile bc she might be the type of girl who gets cut by hip bones”
I love this! The last line in particular had me inner cheering .
one time a girl asked me if I was depressed. when I was 8. When I was waiting to go home from school. don't ask some kid why there not smiling. it's weird.
I keep coming back to this poem
I have been scowering the internet for their poems and omg I am absolutely in love with every part of their mindset.
"If you want a sad girl to smile;
You hold her...
Until you reek of the perfume from the gardens you planted in her heart -
So when her wounds reopen; she bleeds bouquets."
Fuck that is just beautiful.
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