All different versions of me, through different people;
All versions that frightened me,
And shamed me—That I hated;
Now when I see them,
I want to welcome them, all the different selves.
I don’t want to shame them away; what others see in me and hate
Is who I am, and that’s okay. I am me, and I want to feel all my
Different versions, no matter how much others don’t want me to.
This story is part of a collection of poems, short stories and introspective diary entries, called “Grimoire of a Weird Person II”.