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119 pages, Paperback
Published May 31, 2022
“What if I told you you don’t want to be a flower, you want to be a weed? Would you believe me if I said that beauty is subjective anyway, and you don’t need to give them pink petals to be worthy of love or kindness or attention or grace. Society values the flower’s beauty but does not hesitate to snap its stem, cut it from its life blood, and trap it behind glass. You want to be a weed. You want to slip beyond the gaze of greedy eyes and grubby little fingers squabbling to grasp at your neck. You want to be able to grow in peace, or say fuck you when they pave over the field of wildflowers you grew in, then grow through the cracks in spite of it all. You want to be the splinter of green on the sterile, grey city. The one the grandfather points to and says, see that little guy growing through the cracks, kiddo? You want to be like that.”