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The Handwritten Reminder

I used to have a handwritten reminder

Taped on my mirror

In my bedroom

That had

Every

Single

Shitty

Name

I could remember being called



It read,


‘This is what they used to call me…


Pussy

Bitch

White Boy

Soft

Skinny

Fuck Boi

Walmart Mcgregor

Delusional

Chubby skeleton

The human garbage disposal

Arrogant

Narcissistic

A failure

Not made for this

White trash

Poor

Lazy

Impostor

Ungrateful

Dirty

Pretentious

Perverted

A stoner

A hippie

Wash-clothe

Clit






And this is what they will call me….


A World Champion.’


Then

Below that

I listed a bunch of people

That either

Bullied me

Or

Inspired me


I won't list them here


But

I looked at that handwritten reminder

100’s

Maybe 1000’s of times


Before I took it down


And ripped it up.


-C.H.





 
 
 

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