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If I should have a daughter..."Instead of "Mom", she's gonna call me "Point B." Because that way, she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me. And I'm going to paint the solar system on the back of her hands so that she has to learn the entire universe before she can say "Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.
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poem
inspirational
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If I should have a daughter..."Instead of "Mom", she's gonna call me "Point B." Because that way, she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me. And I'm going to paint the solar system on the back of her hands so that she has to learn the entire universe before she can say "Oh, I know that like the back of my hand." She's gonna learn that this life will hit you, hard, in the face, wait for you to get back..
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Life will hit you hard in the face, wait for you to get back up just so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.
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life
inspirational
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When they bombed Hiroshima, the explosion formed a mini-supernova, so every living animal, human or plant that received direct contact with the rays from that sun was instantly turned to ash. And what was left of the city soon followed. The long-lasting damage of nuclear radiation caused an entire city and its population to turn into powder. When I was born, my mom says I looked around the whole hospital room with a stare that said, "This..
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Sarah Kay |
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Still now I send letters into space Hoping that some mailman somewhere will track you down And recognise you from the descriptions in my poems
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Sarah Kay |
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people used to tell me that i had beautiful hands told me so often, in fact, that one day i started to believe them until i asked my photographer father, "hey daddy could i be a hand model" to which he said no way, i dont remember the reason he gave me and i wouldve been upset, but there were far too many stuffed animals to hold too many homework assignment to write, too many boys to wave at too many years to grow, we used to have a ga..
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Sarah Kay |
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The Type Everyone needs a place. It shouldn't be inside of someone else. -Richard Siken If you grow up the type of woman men want to look at, you can let them look at you. But do not mistake eyes for hands. Or windows. Or mirrors. Let them see what a woman looks like. They may not have ever seen one before. If you grow up the type of woman men want to touch, you can let them touch you. Sometimes it is not you they are reaching for. Sometime..
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Sarah Kay |
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Forgive yourself for the decisions you have made, the ones you still call mistakes when you tuck them in at night
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Sarah Kay |
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Is there a word for the moment you win tug-of-war? When the weight gives, and all that extra rope comes hurtling towards you, how even though you've won, you still end up with muddy knees and burns on your hands? Is there a word for that? I wish there was.
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Sarah Kay |
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My world was the size of a crayon box, and it took every colour to draw her
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poetry
innocence
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Sarah Kay |
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They'll be days like this" my momma said. When you open your hands to catch, and wind up with only blisters and bruises. When you try to step out of the phone booth and try to fly , and the very people you want to save, are the ones standing on your cape.
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Sarah Kay |
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Private Parts The first love of my life never saw me naked - there was always a parent coming home in half an hour - always a little brother in the next room. Always too much body and not enough time for me to show it. Instead, I gave him my shoulder, my elbow, the bend of my knee - I lent him my corners, my edges, the parts of me I could afford to offer - the parts I had long since given up trying to hide. He never asked for more. He gave ..
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Sarah Kay |
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I will love you with too many commas, but never any asterisks.
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poetry
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Sarah Kay |
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Oh, Brother. No matter your wreckage. There will be someone to find you beautiful, despite the cruddy metal. Your ruin is not to be hidden behind paint and canvas. Let them see the cracks.
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Sarah Kay |
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Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I've tried.
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Sarah Kay |
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How strange, that when you are away, I reach for my cell phone's buzz as if it were your hand. Each shiver in my pocket, a way to find you.
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Sarah Kay |
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And know this: Know you are the type of woman who is searching for a place to call yours. Let the statues crumble. You have always been the place.
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Sarah Kay |
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Some nights, I wake up knowing he is anxious. He is across the world in another woman's arms and the years have spread us like dandelion seeds, sanding down the edges of our jigsaw parts that used to only fit each other
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Sarah Kay |
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I promise to tidy up before company arrives, wouldn't want my socks and daydreams all over the carpet
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Sarah Kay |
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There was no secret I did not tell him, there was no moment we did not share. We didn't grow up, we grew in; like ivy wrapping, molding each other into perfect yins and yangs
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Sarah Kay |
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Maybe Love stays. Maybe Love can't. Maybe Love shouldn't. Love arrives exactly when Love is supposed to and Love leaves exactly when Love must. When Love arrives, say, "Welcome. Make yourself comfortable." If Love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her.
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Sarah Kay |
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We both know how to hide our sharpest parts, I just don't always recognize my own weaponry.
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Sarah Kay |
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Hands learn. More than minds do.
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Sarah Kay |
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You can only fit so many words into a postcard. Only so many in a phone call. Only so many into space, before you forget that words are sometimes used for things other than filling emptiness.
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Sarah Kay |
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You're just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house, so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else-- find the boy who lit the fire in the first place, to see if you can change him.
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Sarah Kay |
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She makes tea by hand. Nettles, slippery elm, turmeric, cinnamon - my mother is a recipe for warm throats and belly laughs. Once she fell off a ladder when I was three. She says all she was worried about was my face as I watched her fall.
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Sarah Kay |
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I love you as much as the ocean kisses the shore
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true-love
happiness
love
unconditional
falling-in-love
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And I know we live in different worlds, and we're always really busy, but in my dreams you spin around me so fast, I always wake up dizzy. So maybe one day you'll grow tired of the road and roll on back to me.
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Sarah Kay |
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There are so many things I would tell you if I thought that you would listen and so many more you would tell me if you believed I would understand
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Sarah Kay |
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Fingers interlocked like a beautiful accordion of flesh or a zipper of prayer
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Sarah Kay |
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This is how I disappear in pieces. This is how I leave while not moving from my seat.
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Sarah Kay |
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We were dandelion seeds released to the wind, she asked for no return. We are saplings now. With gentle hands.
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Sarah Kay |
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It is hard to stop loving the ocean. Even after it has left you gasping, salty.
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Sarah Kay |
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If loving you means getting dirty, bring on the grime.
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Our model ships look perfect in their bottles, but we do not know if they are seaworthy. Sometimes the one that reaches your harbor has already been through the storm.
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Sarah Kay |
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And I'm going to pain the solar systems on the backs of her hands, so she has to learn the entire universe before she can say, "Oh, I know that like the back of my hand."
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Sarah Kay |
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Whenever I hurt myself, my mother says it is the universe's way of telling me to slow down. She also tells me to put some coconut oil on it. It doesn't matter what it is. She often hides stones underneath my pillow when I come home for the weekend. The stones are a formula for sweet dreams and clarity. I dig them out from the streets, she tells me what each one is for. My throat hurts, so she grinds black pepper into a spoonful of honey, ma..
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Sarah Kay |
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If you grow up the type of woman men want to look at, You can let them look at you. But do not mistake eyes for hands, Or windows for mirrors. Let them see what a woman looks like. They may not have ever seen one before. If you grow up the type of woman men want to touch, You can let them touch you. Sometimes it is not you they are reaching for. Sometimes it is a bottle, a door, a sandwich, a Pulitzer, another woman - But their hands found ..
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women
women-s-inspirational
womanhood
women-s-strength
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Sarah Kay |
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I didn't tell him that even after a crash, a key still fits the ignition. There just isn't anything left to drive.
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Sarah Kay |
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It does not matter how long we have been kept in cages. It does not matter how strong your gravity is. We were always meant to fly.
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Sarah Kay |
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When I meet you, in that moment, I am no longer a part of your future. I start quickly becoming part of your past. But in that instant, I get to share a part of your present. And you get to share a part of mine. And that is the greatest present of all.
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Sarah Kay |
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But I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar: it can crumble so easily, but don't be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.
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Sarah Kay |
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Her dress is the colour of marmalade, she chirps songs that have no words
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Sarah Kay |
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Practice does not make perfect. Practice makes permanent. Repeat the same mistakes over and over, and you don't get any closer to Carnegie Hall.
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