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To the boys on the streets

To the boys on the streets. Alex Estrada Sometimes I wear baggy clothes because maybe As I walk down the street you won’t touch me like he did. You won’t make me feel ashamed like he did. Maybe you’ll think that baggy clothes mean No, as much as booty shorts do. And I won’t have to feel your hands on my skin.   Because to you consent means The less clothes she wears, the more she wants it. To you taking someone’s soul feels powerful. To me, you are a sad excuse for a human being.

Healing

Alex Estrada Somehow, with the help of others, I’ve managed to stay alive for 16 years. However 8 out of those years, most of the time, when I was alone, I’d feel miserable. As if the devil himself took out a piece of me and never gave it back. Oh, well, I guess he did. Maybe you know how it feels, or you don’t. Having constant reminders and nightmares. Not even being able to trust anyone. Secluding yourself from the outside world. Maybe you have a different reason or you don’t. At this point, you’re probably aching to know what happened, or maybe you already have an idea. Imagine back to your childhood and whether it was one of your parents or a friend. You both were holding hands, and for a second they’d just grabbed your hand too tightly, and you realized that you just couldn’t escape their grasp. For that one second alone you’d feel panicked and weak. And maybe it was because you were at the grocery store and you saw a toy and your mother had to pull you away. Most of you p...