First Girl

First Girl
Pop Socket Park Play from Disabled And Here project page. Taken by Gritchelle Fallesgon.

Someone tell the first girl I ever loved

She's still in my head

Tell her I'm sorry I want her in my bed 

Tell her I regret the things I said 

Tell her I'm hurt our friendship is dead 

Tell her I knew the risk and foolishly went ahead 

Tell her I wish I said nothing instead 

Tell her it kills me when she's left me on read 

Tell her I felt for her way before I was a newlywed 

Tell her my uncertainty filled me with dread 

Tell her even though my heart bled  

I'm not sorry 

I felt what I felt 

I said what I said 

Heart on my sleeve

Caused her to leave 

But gave me relief 

The shame released.

Image Description

Portrait torso crop of an autistic Black woman smiling softly while using her pink popsocket stim toy. She has long hair tied back by a lavendar headscarf, multicolor pastel cutout earrings, a nose ring, and a white crop tank on.


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