To my 2006 doppelgänger with round glasses
And big hair that didn’t get the concept of scrunching with conditioner yet,
This is for you.
When black and white kids try to throw Frisbees
That force your colors in the air to be compromised,
Grab them back, don’t blot them out.
Mixed girls can be articulate.
Mixed girls can be lively.
You are not obligated to say “no homo”
For admiring another girl’s beauty.
Wearing big sweaters do not swallow your
Attraction to boys whole,
They just swallow your tiny upper body
And it’s beautiful.
You think it isn’t, but, believe me,
Your beliefs are beautiful.
There is no need to assimilate your psyche
For the sake of attention, for the sake of being
Stirred into warm, blended soup that will leave you
Chilly in due time.
That doesn’t give you permission to make another assimilate to you.
That girl’s hijab is not choking her,
That boy not believing in God doesn’t make him
Not believe in the good in this world.
You’re not going to know this right now,
But that same boy is going to come out as gay
Six years later.
Not “homo.” Gay.
And there is nothing wrong with that.
You’ll get better in how to be a good friend to him.
I want you to learn now,
But you can’t know the answers to everything,
That doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to ask
Your grandma’s church may test you,
But just because you stop believing in bubble sheets,
It doesn’t mean you stop believing in God.
He’s gonna bring you out of a lot of deep
Sh**, trust me.
Oh yeah, you’ll start saying that word more.
More swears will coat your tongue long enough for
The taste to turn from sour to sweet,
From sin to purity.
You learn that there is purity in it,
Because of the honesty in it.
I’m writing this to you for the sake of honesty.
Your parents aren’t getting back together.
Santa isn’t real; you’re really stupid to believe your mom for so long.
Dark thoughts don’t always go away.
Going to counselors don’t make anything wrong with you,
They help make things right with you.
It’s okay to think about sex, even when you don’t
Want to have it yet.
In the future, you still don’t want to have it yet,
You’ll start wearing a ring that makes that clear.
Writing will be one of the only things that will
Bring you sanity,
Safely ripping the safe jacket off of your desires and
Pursuits to help you grow.
I know you’ve only written to me in a few diary entries
In future tense,
And I know my letter won’t get to you in time in the past,
But know that despite the monotonous, commercialized
Voices who will say you’ll be fine, hoping that
You’ll “choose” happiness when you can’t,
You will turn out fine.
I’m sorry for the tardiness, but you’ll agree with
Everything I have said.
I love you.