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ameera, wisconsin, muslim youth leadership councilmember (she/her)

never enough.

Not masculine enough for my family or for what society thinks I should be,

not feminine enough for how a faggot or tranny is usually seen,

not talented enough to be a master of one trade,

not skilled in enough to be a jack of all,

not Muslim or religious enough to feel at home in a masjid,

not queer enough to feel at home with gays,

not quiet enough to enjoy the company of nerds,

not talkative enough to be a socialite,

not skinny enough,

not active enough,

not cultured enough,

not selfless enough,

not selfish enough,

not thoughtful enough,

not practical enough,

not thorough enough,

not nice enough,

not tough enough,

not considerate enough,

not successful enough,

not rich enough,

Not white enough,

not black enough,

Never good enough. never happy.

Never able to please others, never able to please ourselves.

Never good enough.

We are the misfits. And we are ok with ourselves.

We are ok.

We are perfect not despite, but because of our imperfections.

We are. Never enough.

And that means we are enough.

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how old am i? today, i’m today
i’m as old as whatever light touches me.

some nights i’m new as the fire at my feet
some nights i’m a star, glamorous, ancient

& already extinguished. we citizens
of an unpopular heaven.

& low-attended crucifixions. listen
i’ve accepted what i was given

be it my name or be it my ender’s verdict.
when i was born, i was born a bull’s-eye.

i spent my life arguing how i mattered
until it didn’t matter.

who knew my haven
would be my coffin?

dead is the safest i’ve ever been.
i’ve never been so alive.

- Danez Smith, Don’t Call Us Dead
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Melting

As the wicked witch would say

Im melting

Melting in my false reality

Melting in my skin

As i age what was once considered “too much”

Has turned into something much worse

They call it mania

I call it my life

As i travel this journey alone

With the people i love incapable of understanding

I feel as if i’m melting

Falling into the mush of my disorder

-Dolly

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