"I hate that I carry pebbles of feminism because I shouldn't have to.
Because they shouldn't have to exist in the first place.
I'm not sure my future sisters, my future daughters will ever know a life without the weight.
But at least they are pebbles-
Once imposing mountains looming over the horizon.
Mountains weathered by the strength of storms and seconds,
Lending to the gift of avalanches- boulders-
Stone carried and polished by the wisdom of our rivers.
I carry pebbles of feminism in my pocket.
Because I am continuing to move the mountains the women before me began to push."
Memories, guilt, trauma, loneliness, and most importantly, a touch of hope-
Conversation With Self
opens up the door that holds back our biggest monsters. These poems are a reflection of where our minds go when we enter stages of our lives where there is no light. So come, have a peak. Take a look at the pieces of a young girl's life- pieces we struggle to see within ourselves because we find ourselves too afraid to look.