Every boy I’ve ever loved had a smile that curled up inside blood. Each time he spread his hands to show me how deep his love for me was, I saw map routes to cities abandoned by him in his palm lines. Each city had a woman weeping in it. He folded his arms like a memory before I could make out who those women were.
Maa shoves a prayer down my throat saying she wishes to see me alive. I open my eyes and something sparkle inside the black of what’s left from my dream. I open my mouth and a wish leaves my tongue like a poem. I recite it again and again until my lover shuts my mouth with his.
My sister says that there’s a lady in Palastine who makes flower gardens out of Israeli gas bomb shells. And that teaches me that a ruin is not the end. It gives me hope. A hope that my ruin maybe a temple waiting to be discovered and someday someone might pray upon my doorstep and I will bloom into life.
On somedays I look out the window to see butterflies asking permission to drink honey from flowers. They flutter their wings, they land gently on their skin, they touch with at most care and then they drink the nectar like worshipping them. The very act of watching a butterfly at work is very much like a prayer. And sometimes I wish humans were also like butterflies, because then they’ll never learn to rape.
— Butterflies are better when it comes to consent
This is simply beautiful.
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Thank you ❤️
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This touched my soul. I have been raped too. I feel the sadness. Much love to you Adi.
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Much love to you too Lorraine 💕
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💕💕💕
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Highly appreciated 👍🏻
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Thank you sweetie
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shawl
and crawl away
an american male
knows your story is no tale
weep and wail
woman too is
a human being
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Yes
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Liked It 🤗🌸
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❤️❤️❤️
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Beautifully poignant. Really overwhelmed
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Thank you ❤️
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How you doin’ ? Long time ☹️
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Yeah I’ve lost my consistency in blogging
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Wow – loved it
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❤️❤️❤️
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beautifully written, bravo.
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Thank you ❤️
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You have the depth of the pain suffered by those who have been raped by twisted sickos who leave a swath of hurt and damaged women behind. They do not care about women just their own sexual satisfaction. I am still glad I follow your blog Adithya.
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Thank you James
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You are welcome. I look forward to reading more of your blogs again Adithya.
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Nice blog x
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Thank you
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Great blog Adithya. I have nominated you for the Ideal Inspiration Blogger Award. This is on my page. I am looking forward to your blog.
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Thank you ❤️
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You are very welcome Adithya. ❤🙏😊😇
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Simply poignant Adi.. Hope you are doing well
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I am doing well Chiru. Hope you are safe.
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I am doing good Adi.. Did u deactivate ur account in Insta.. Hope everything is good with you..
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