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Andrea Gibson
Andrea Gibson
Tell me about a day in your life you didn’t think you’d live through.
See, I want to know the first time you felt the weight of hate,
would you rip two branches from a tree to build your snowman arms
or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?
and if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mother’s joy
where smokestacks were filling the sky with dark black clouds
or better yet
And for all the times that you’ve knelt before the temple of yourself,
denied by who?
I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror
I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror
I wanna know the first person who taught you your beauty
And if you do —
I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving,
No, wait.
after all,
― Andrea Gibson