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1939
I always wanted to wake up to the sound of church bells,
to see my husband's face first in the hazy morning glow.
I couldn’t wait to get out of the prison cell they called school,
where my ideas stayed locked and forbidden.
Now I have my open canvas,
I can travel freely anywhere and think whatever I please.
I am married to the love of my life,
however, he does not see me the same.
I wish that girl knew she would have her heart ripped out of her,
as he tells her it’s over, she still stares numbly back at her love.
A heart is only so strong, and there is not enough room for two people.
So as I paint my favorite two versions of myself,
I wonder if the heart can be sewed back together.
With no chance of children, acceptance, and now love,
all I can do is imagine the girl I could’ve been.
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Poem inspired by The Two Fridas painted by Frida Kahlo