You may trod me in the very dirt.
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
— Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
Stories
Simone Brick Simone Brick

Stories

Underneath my ink are stories, of places my mind has been.
Of battles I have faced alone, in a world that is unseen.
Unseen not because it’s rare, or invisible to the eye;
But unseen because the reality of it, makes people think you want to die.

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Here’s to the Girls
Simone Brick Simone Brick

Here’s to the Girls

To the girls told to sit down and be quiet.
To be seen and not heard.
To behave more ‘ladylike’.
To dress more ‘ladylike’.
To eat more ‘ladylike’.
To BE more ‘ladylike’.

You are perfect as you are.
It’s the world that needs changing.

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Golden Silence
Simone Brick Simone Brick

Golden Silence

Silence use to scare me.
No, silence use to petrify me.
I couldn't sleep without music, dreaded gaps in conversation, and would do
everything in my power to fill my world with white noise.

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Nightmares
Simone Brick Simone Brick

Nightmares

Night time descends with a crushing darkness.
Into the abyss my mind travels.
Great desire for rest, great fear of the fall.
Hoping this time it won't hurt so much.
To allow sleep allows the subconscious to take over.

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