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i was always in such a rush to grow.
to fuck, to see a cock,
to see nipples and touch a boy's chest.
always in such a hurry,
instead of drawing flowers with pink and blue chalk
i drew stick figures of men and women one on top of the other.
i made my brother slap me once,
because i was rushing. only now i know why he slapped me,
because i was in such a hurry.
once i was showering, it was summer, and daylight. i always sit down while i shower. and i took the razor that was in the tub and i shaved off in one solid line my leg. only one leg, and only one line. and when i went outside afterwards my mother noticed, she screamed at me and told me i was stupid. i must have been eight or nine.
on the way to america, i asked my mother in the plane, when can i start shaving? she said that i could the following summer, in one year.
i dont rememember when i actaulyl started shaving. i think she waxed my legs.
i feel like i want to go and teach children, and give them hugs, a lot of hugs, and tell them,
it's okay not to know anything, because you know more than us.
you know the world, you know the smell of worms, and soil. you know what it feels like to get the smell of yellow flowers on your jeans.
that's the world. the smell of yellow flowers on your jeans.
bringing home the sand box inside your shoes after a long day, that's knowing the world.
to fuck, to see a cock,
to see nipples and touch a boy's chest.
always in such a hurry,
instead of drawing flowers with pink and blue chalk
i drew stick figures of men and women one on top of the other.
i made my brother slap me once,
because i was rushing. only now i know why he slapped me,
because i was in such a hurry.
once i was showering, it was summer, and daylight. i always sit down while i shower. and i took the razor that was in the tub and i shaved off in one solid line my leg. only one leg, and only one line. and when i went outside afterwards my mother noticed, she screamed at me and told me i was stupid. i must have been eight or nine.
on the way to america, i asked my mother in the plane, when can i start shaving? she said that i could the following summer, in one year.
i dont rememember when i actaulyl started shaving. i think she waxed my legs.
i feel like i want to go and teach children, and give them hugs, a lot of hugs, and tell them,
it's okay not to know anything, because you know more than us.
you know the world, you know the smell of worms, and soil. you know what it feels like to get the smell of yellow flowers on your jeans.
that's the world. the smell of yellow flowers on your jeans.
bringing home the sand box inside your shoes after a long day, that's knowing the world.