My skin’s turned to driftwood tonight And everything that burns
And everything that floats
I’m mid-air, a mirror boat
Music all over the walls of your room
Snatch me there, boy
Unhook me onto you
I’ll find my wet way over every quiet place
While you hold the world behind my back
Then, under all this black
And your laugh that’s part surprise
I squeeze my knee between your wooden thighs
Gather my used goods about me like this blanket to the floor
So, Sleep
You could press your fist through me now
I’m only air
Lea Weir, 19
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The Little Black Book for Girlz: A Book on Healthy Sexuality
Non-FictionCheck it out: not just a book about sex, but a look at girl culture by youth themselves. No stuffy school textbook. No nosey adults. Just a diverse group of teen girls from a community youth project who had questions about sexuality. To find answers...
