EXTRACT: They call me big, every day. Like it's their job to assess me. Evaluate my parts. Like a used car. It's embedded in the system. The language. The way girls should look, be, act.
Men are allowed to take up space. In fact, the more space they take up, the more we revere them. The bigger they are, the more presence they have. It means they're bear like, warrior like; royalty. But for a woman, it means taking up shameful space. It means I go to the bottom of the pile. The least likely to succeed, in life.
Lone Boy 1
Male | Teen | Under 3 minutes Starts on page 12
EXTRACT: The ability to play with time, means I would be able to hold my mother in my arms. I would hold her softly and I would tell her it's not her fault. I would tell her it's all the shit she's had to wade through. Gum boots full of shit. Rivers full of shit.
And then I'd turn to him. I would make him kneel before me, and I'd say, some people are born with an evil seed that's planted in their heart.
This tiny black, evil, seed.
Sometimes, I worry I have it in me...