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GIRL
When I was sixteen, studying for an exam in the school library, I met a girl.
Not any old girl.
It was obvious that she wanted to be a man but it was obvious that she was not quite ready to admit it and she clung to her female pronouns the same way a fictional knight clung to his pig-iron shield against the fiery breath of a dragon.
This was a girl who had seen life in ways, with certain hardships, I could never imagine.
A girl with brown mousy hair that was hastily chopped to her chin and above her pastily white bare shoulders as if she had cut it with a pair of garden shears, dark eyes reminded me of the mud that dripped off the bumper of the right side of my mum's car from when she drove through the murky countryside visit to my grandma's house, wrinkled lips that were pulled so far back by her tight skin that I could see where her cheekbones arched and how much her sallow cheeks had been sucked in as if there was a vacuum residing under her skin.
I had never met anyone quite like her before.
There was a dwindling fire in her brown eyes, lined by sore red scratches where it was obvious she had itched away the hay fever that made her heavily pierced nose sweat and run with snot.
I was tired that day. I knew that I wouldn't be able to sit through the exam without my head drooping towards the table like a weeping willow and my eyes dying to slip shut.
She could tell that I was struggling, so she grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me awake.
Mind, I'm perfectly sure she was sober.
I was worried that I was going to fail the exam and that my mother would punish me if I didn't do well. This girl wasn't buying an ounce of my unnecessary panic.
She looked deep into my soul and whispered, slurring her words like a drunk man, "There's no room in life for other people's bullshit."
Such crude words of wisdom from such a wise young person.
After all, it was those very same crude words that changed my life and gave me the courage to take the reins of my own life.
Girl, if you’re out there, and you recognise yourself within my words, thanks for being a tough bitch and giving me the harsh truth.
BEE KINGSLEY
