Bìhn La has been waiting
Yellow weeds scratch their ankles Breezes itch their pale brown skin Their smile, tense, echoes Two days ago marked their 47th year Breathing, sleeping, moving Craving a genesis Aching to belong, but not Now, sit at rusted benches That only chafers accompany Bìhn hungers for growth, change, a metamorphosis Something to sustain, to protect, to encourage At night, they lie under white sheets with ink sparking their eyes They search between lines and under bindings They scan digits and icons They slump on dusty ground, black hair tangling with weeds Uncertainty wavers in their heart All that Bìhn yearns for is a single story One story that acknowledges they exist
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AuthorI'm Darcy Ridge, creating stories that all revolve around family and identity in a myriad of ways. In the past, I have shared multiple stories and published a novella online. You can find me on Wattpad and many other social media websites. They/them [Image Description: black background with the words "Social Justice and Mental Health Resources" in white in the center /end ID]
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