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Andrea's avatar

Love love LOVE this. And you. I will never forget all those years ago when you gave me my fic bound as a book and wrote that note that basically said "even though other people including me have written this same story, this is yours and it's messy and wonderful and no one else's and it's ART." It meant so much to me then (especially because you knew my imposter syndrome thanks to me comparing myself to you lol) and the world needs to be reminded of how special it is to create something that is just OURS.

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Eliza's avatar

Loved this Shelly, thank you for sharing it. I came across that poem, too, and felt seen and heard. Just today I was in my kitchen trying to decide what to pack my kids for their breakfast boxes, simultaneously thinking, no, *seeing* in my head the hungry children of Gaza. The absurdity of the normalcy of our lives while there's a genocide unfolding is unbearable to grapple with, but this poem tried to tackle it and I enjoyed reading it.

You're right. We silence ourselves because of some arbitrary standards in our heads about what is worthy art and what not. Half of the job of the artist is shutting the critical voice in their head and getting to work, and it's an exhausting task. I try hard not to be a bitch to myself, and after several months of trying I am getting to a point where sometimes it's easier.

Also, I find that sometimes the people who feel the need to comment underneath someone shared with derogatory comments are often those too scared to create sth themselves or plagued by feelings of worthlessness when they do. Either way, the poem doesn't care. It'll find its people 🙂

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