A poem by Olive Spencer

little girl dancing ballet with teacher

Little Me

I’ve heard it said to strive to be a person your younger self

would be proud of

If little me saw me today she wouldn’t like what she sees

Someone who escaped the holds of religion
Someone who is openly lesbian
Someone who is confident in who they are

I was a version of myself so rooted in fear, and heartache I

couldn’t see a way out

I believed to be myself was inherently wrong, I was better

miserable than myself

I’m proud to be a disappointment to my younger self


Olive is a writer of multiple disciplines based in New York. She is especially passionate about telling queer stories, exploring religious trauma and bringing to light rarely talked about social issues. When she’s not writing you will likely find her in a bookstore or cuddling at home with her cat. 

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