journal entry {3-1-22} cento speak by laurie halse anderson
My tears dissolved the last block of ice in my throat Words float up. Me: “let me tell you about it.” I’m a boiling teapot, I’m spouting with the truth. Even when he stands taller than me, I’m still a rolling ball of hot steam My tree is definitely breathing, little shallow breaths like it just shot up through the ground this morning. When people don’t express themselves, they die one piece at a time. Because after the beast comes, I’m ready. My last straw has been broken, chewed up and spit out right in front of my eyes My tree needs something. Water drips on the paper and the birds bloom In their light, their feathers expand promise. If you knew, would I be different? I’m scared of being looked at but I need attention Was I raped? Of course I was, but I want validation. Oprah: Let's explore that. You said no. He covered your mouth with his hand You were thirteen years old, it doesn't matter if you were drunk. Honey, you were raped I want to kill him. I’m sorry but I do. I...