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81 " She calls every year on my birthday.I've stopped asked her when she's coming.Pops and I get on just fine.I've learned not to be angry.Sometimes the best way to love someoneis to let them go. "
― Elizabeth Acevedo , The Poet X
82 " I would take that beating again to be with him. "
83 " And I'm disgusted at myselffor the slight excitement that shivers up my backat the same time that I wishmy body could fold into the tiniest cornerfor me to hide in. "
84 " She tells me words give people permission to be their fullest self. And aren’t these the poems I’ve most needed to hear? "
85 " You Don’t Have to Do Anything You Don’t Want to Do. "
86 " When your body takes up more room than your voice you are always the target of well-aimed rumors, "
87 " And I think about all the things we could be if we were never told our bodies were not built for them. "
88 " Sometimes I want to tell her, the only person in this house who isn't heard is me. "
89 " Remember anger is as much a sin as any Xiomara may have committed. We all need time to come to terms with certain things, don’t we? "
90 " But even at the risk of burning, the moth always seeks the light. "
91 " Because so many of the poems tonight felt a little like our own stories. Like we saw and were seen. And how crazy would it beif I did that for someone else? "
92 " music can become a bridge between you and a total stranger. "
93 " It almost feels like the more I bruise the page the quicker something inside me heals. "
94 " Will you burn me? Will you burn me, too? You would burn me, wouldn't you, if you could? "
95 " The day my period came in fifth grade, was just that, the ending of a childhood sentence. The next phrase starting in all CAPS. "
96 " My hands learned how to bleed when other kids tried to make him into a wound. "
97 " When your body takes up more room than your voice "
98 " the world I’ve lived in wears masking tape over its mouth. "
99 " Cada vez que pienso en Aman se acumulan los poemas en mi interior como si me hubieran regalado una caja de metáforas de Legos que voy apilando, unas encima de las otras. "
100 " No es lo bastante distinguido para un soneto, es demasiado elaborado para ser una escritura libre, y ocupa demasiado espacio en mis pensamientos para ser un haiku. "