by Belen Odile
For most of my girlhood I believed
To be in love was to be afraid.
Fear bonded two souls and thus this must be love.
I was wrong,
To be in love was to be betrayed, it was holding your hand on a gas stove,
Letting the fire burn your fair girl skin,
The flesh melting away like candle wax
To reveal she,
A woman hidden underneath those baby teeth,
A woman, a firestarter, an arsonist.
Belen Odile is a 19 year old poetess, artist, and advocate. Odile resides in Texas in hopes of studying creative writing elsewhere. Mental health, equality, and RAINN advocacy are dear to Belen's heart. At 14, Belen founded Her.Period, an organization providing sanitary products to LGBTQ+ youth, homeless women, and survivors of domestic abuse.