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February 15, 2012


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suicide note by janice mirikitani

Journal Entry: Wed Feb 15, 2012, 7:24 PM
How many notes written . . .
ink smeared like birdprints in snow.
not good enough not pretty enough not smart enough
dear mother and father.
I apologize
for disappointing you.
I've worked very hard,
not good enough
harder, perhaps to please you.
If only I were a son, shoulders broad
as the sunset threading through pine,
I would see the light in my mother's
eyes, or the golden pride reflected
in my father's dream
of my wide, male hands worthy of work
and comfort.
I would swagger through life
muscled and bold and assured,
drawing praises to me
like currents in the bed of wind, virile
with confidence.
not good enough not strong enough not good enough

I apologize.
Tasks do not come easily.
Each failure, a glacier.
Each disapproval, a bootprint.
Each disappointment,
ice above my river.
So I have worked hard.
not good enough.
My sacrifice I will drop
bone by bone, perched
on the ledge of my womanhood,
fragile as wings.
not strong enough
It is snowing steadily
surely not good weather
for flying - this sparrow
sillied and dizzied by the wind
on the edge.
not smart enough.
I make this ledge my altar
to offer penance.
This air will not hold me,
the snow burdens my crippled wings,
my tears drop like bitter cloth
softly into the gutter below.
not good enough not strong enough not smart enough

Choices thin as shaved
ice. Notes shredded
drift like snow
on my broken body,
covers me like whispers
of sorries.
Perhaps when they find me
they will bury
my bird bones beneath
a sturdy pine

and scatter my feathers like

unspoken song

over this white and cold and silent

breast of earth.


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hola!!!! viva Mexico!!!! arribaaaaa!!!!!
hello. live mexico. above.
ought i to be worried?
never! :)
if you say so :>
i remember reading this years ago
and have it follow me around like heavy sand on my chest
even till today.
:( same for me

i was with my friend and i was telling her about it. i hadn't read it in a while, and i couldn't remember the author or even the name (just mainly remember the effect) and so i looked it up. suprisingly all i had to look up was suicide note. it was the most popular search. it is so beautiful and poetic; she is a beautiful writer
i don't remember how i came across it but i
do remember the simplistic beauty of her
words and how it just stuck, how, as
you said, the effect it had. you are right.
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