Delia never saw anything like it. The four girls around her table poured the toyo directly onto their rice, no sabaw or broth to dilute it.
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My learned silence and passive acceptance were good for avoiding and preventing familial conflict, even as those behaviors were reinforced by the outside world’s expectations.
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the first time i was formally introduced to my pussy i was seven years old / my thighs had not even begun kissing yet
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As each blossomed, one stubborn babe held tight — days past her sisters’ openings.
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I can’t remember the last time / I had a meal like this / food I grew up with / that grandmother made
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Every other year, I found myself at a new school, but I was always able to find a group of kids to fit in with, until one year I couldn’t.
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IN THE MORNING / IN A HIGHRISE / BY THE BAY IVE / NEVER SEEN
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Sometimes I forget that for the vast majority of my life I hated my eyes. It was a powerful kind of hate: subtle, yet all-encompassing.
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