“Here’s where we part ways You can no longer stay I’m letting go of you This will be the last of it”— Chelsea Giorgia (A Note for my 12-year-old self)
Her Narrative
Sometimes when I close my eyes
I can still feel his touch and the grip he had
on my wrist, my face, and my thighs
I still remember how he forced himself and
his tongue in my young mouth—
How it lingered
His voice, his breath, his touch
is what wakes me up
At night when I close my eyes
I can still feel him
But then I snap my fingers and he’s gone
he’s gone, he’s gone, he’s gone
I whispered as I kneeled before her
and let my fingers trace the embers he’s left on her
because this won’t be his narrative any longer
This will not be his redemption arc
where his reputation remains untouched
and she’s left to rot in the dark
where he wins and the crowd cheers for him unabashed
where his soul is saved for all eternity
and hers remain in captivity
This is her narrative
No one can take this from her, not ever
Are You Still There?
Oh, look. She’s back.
A year has gone,
are you still there?
She’s back with her new bags,
new clothes keep her warm now,
her hair has gone short and grown back,
Are you still there?
and her heart—
Well, her heart is healing.
It’s healing from the pain and
The suffering she’s been through is history
Now, today, the present is what she holds onto
Her heart is healing.
How long have you waited for her?
Her heart beats in excitement as she sees
Your face, she missed
Your eyes, she longed to see
She’s back now.
But she’s not the same girl as she was before she left.
Lost Little Girl | Chelsea Giorgia
Her heart sings for you
A soul so kind and true
Her heart sings for you
She’s wishing you are too
She longs for happiness
even if it’s not hers
In her heart
others comes first
She stood among the crowd
Held her head up and proud
She got lost
But only in pieces she got found
She’s broken inside out
But you’ll never see her pout
She hides behind her smiles
and words that are ever so kind
She’s in between life and death
She’s slowly losing the bet
She’s gasping for air
Crying out of help
She longs for a life of happiness
even if it’s not hers
She longs for happiness
Happiness
You can no longer stay
I’m letting go of you
This will be the last of it"
A Letter, A Reminder
Never be pressured by the standards of this modern society gives us. May this be a reminder, that you are a valuable and an important specimen that can change the world. Your words and voice counts.
May you never get to the point where you have to change your appearance for others. Where you have to permanently erase something that’s a part of you, the part that make you who you are. You are beautiful, always remember that. We have imperfections and that’s what makes us unique.
Never be afraid to show how you really feel. It makes you so much beautiful that you show your sensitive and caring side. It is never a weakness to show that you need help. Your feelings are what makes you stronger. Showing them doesn’t and will never make you less of a person.
May you never forget to always treat others as the same person. They’re just as strong as you. They’re just as smart as you. Treat them how you want to be treated. Respect is for everyone.
For our leaders and influencers,
May you be the strength that we need as we face this wretched world. May you guide us and lead us towards a brighter and healthier future. May you be the source of the good change that we are all looking for. May you inspire us through your words and encourage us to help each other change.
Because she values you more than anything in this world.
Because she thinks you’re too beautiful to worry about her."
happier memories
Memories that didn’t even happened
That’s why
she’s her"