Continued from Episode 1 — In the Beginning, i was a girl
Who am I ?
What am I?
You believe you are dirt.
You believe you deserve to be treated like dirt.
You do stupid shit when you don’t believe in yourself.
I wanted to feel loved, accepted, valued, beautiful.
I did things that made me feel disgusting.
I was so naive.
Maybe if I felt I was deserving
all the feelings that the hate for myself consumed
I would have never felt like there was a void that only others could fill.
I was used —
taken advantaged of —
chewed up and spit out.
Those demeaning words
like knives —
Kilimanjaro to my soul —
After a while —
all I was
— were those words.
I was not special.
I was easy prey.
someone that was NEVER supposed to HURT you
how could they do that?
I told someone
didn’t you tell me everything would be alright?
didn’t you tell me I was safe?
This was my fault?!
I let it happen?!
to be continued.
Original words by Herstun’s Own, Aamir Ali. Edlited by W.D. Herstun.
Artwork generously approved by the amazingly talented landscape artist, Julia S. Powell. When I reached out to Julia about working with Aamir she assured me that her spirituality was centered in total love.
The vibrancy of my hometown, along with the colorful characters that reside within it, impacts my landscapes by injecting hypercolor into scenes with nature.