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 May 20 Anna Menelaou
selina
drunk kissing blurry faces under neon lights
i'm sorry that your party had to end with a fight
but that creep was overstepping everywhere tonight

after sharing reservations about people getting high
your friend won't stop asking for my marly lights
these cigs for aesthetics are going to ruin our lives

debrief time: your parents argue, divorce is in sight
romance is everywhere, you're convinced that i'm blind
hey, out of curiosity, have you ever wished on a satellite?
I never told you
I don’t like the cigarette smoke
But bitter kisses taste better than ghosts
The brave citizen

The strength
Of the Palestinians
The strongest people
In the world
Women suffer the most
Dead children do not cry
Gaza is a ruin
The Gazans
Love their land
They will stay here…Until?
 Jan 22 Anna Menelaou
Saegly
Sometimes I am barely a person.
Just a walking, talking doll, waiting for instruction.

I feel like a faraway dream.
Just waiting for them to give or take my autonomy.

The only time I can feel for myself
is when I'm manic, in panic, screaming for help.

When I'm in this place, it is spiritual.
Death waits patiently, anticipating at my door.

So far from reality, lost in a place of need.
Feed me your attention and pull on my leash.
This poem holds a lot of the same feelings as my last, but more from a perspective of dissociation. This is a coping mechanism that can make you feel out of body, in a dream, and not in control of your physical actions.

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