Extreme Girlhood A loop, a girl born to each family, prelude to suffering. Bless the baby girl, caul of dissatisfaction, patron saint of not good enough. Are you there, God? It’s me, Warsan. Maladaptive daydreaming, obsessive, dissociative. Born to a lullaby lamenting melanin, newborn ears checked for the first signs of color. At first I […]
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