I'm often loud in places where I should be quiet; I'm often quiet in places where I should be loud

[balsamandash]

I have spent more than six hours listening to slam poetry somehow? Relistening to the same things over and over for the most part, and I have no idea how this happened but I'm a little in love with some of them? (Especially this; I am listening to a lot of this guy's stuff but hoooly crap that one.)

I kind of want to give prompts now. Not necessarily all poetry prompts, but just... prompting people? This is putting me in the mood to prompt people.

... Uh, I guess that could turn this into an offer if anyone wants to take me up on it; comment here and I'll drop you prompts? Mostly quotes/lyrics, most likely?

I just like prompting people, okay, it pleases me.

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[rootsofthestories]

She worships who she is now, not in a conceded way, not in a selfish way but in in the way that a creature who had not been given freedom worships the open sky.

She looks in the mirror and smiles. She touches herself, gets to know her body, reminds herself that yes, this is her own to do with what she will.

She loves herself and she loves herself fiercely with everything she has.

Because she is never sure if something is waiting for her, if someone won't come calling and dragging her back. She is never sure what waits for her and who what's to steal her away again.

She is damn sure though, that if someone does come, she's not going without a fight. She will kick and scream and use every ounce of self knowledge she has to fight her way out.

Because no one gets to own her again. No one claims her unless he wants them to and there is no one she is willing to bow to anymore.