A Stream of Consciousness on ED

I want to scream.

Lodged in my lungs are spores of hate. I’d like to believe that if I can scream, loud enough, long enough, with enough force I can expel the spores.

I know this is not true. The hate is no spore, no visiting toxin.

No it is homegrown, native to my body.

It is in my bones, my muscles, my organs, and stitched across my skin.

I am a hateful thing.

The hate feels like fire incinerating me from the inside out. …

Aaliyah Allen-Coleman

Undergraduate student | just writing into the void | topics of interest: race, gender, music, and culture | Instagram: liyahh.allen

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