I was told by a random man to smile just hours after my dad passed away. I was so caught off guard that anyone would point out the state of my face that I didn't speak up. I just smiled. To this day it still bothers me.
@Prajakta It literally does. No baby is mature. Maybe some children are emotionally mature but not many, and they're not physically mature. Maturity comes with age.
@@cameronrhanna I disagree. Maturity comes with life experience, and some individuals have plenty of life altering, life shattering, and life ending experiences before their childhood can even be savored, even if for a mere moment. Age is the length of time one has lived, or survived, whereas maturity is more indicative of the life one has experienced.
@@audreaj2655 There's definitely more to it than my original statement and life experiences count for a lot but I'm going to hold fast to the claim that age matters. Young people often lack experience and perspective but I think there's more to maturity than worldliness. It's about emotional and philosophical balance as well, about knowing your importance and your insignificance simultaneously and having a worldview that can accommodate unpleasant realities without discounting the upside of existence (among other things). I think reflection on the life experiences is required and takes time, and I'm not sure that you can have finished reflecting before you're an adult because things change so quickly in youth. I think you've got to let your thoughts settle down and your worldview solidify before you can really consider yourself mature. Maturity in part means stability which is antithetical to youth and growth.
and if you really want a sad girl to smile, then you hold her, until you’re drenched in perfume from the gardens you planted in her heart so that every time her wounds reopen she bleeds bouquets, My God...I love YOU for this
Lots of comments about the ending line but not nearly enough appreciation for the way she dragged out "smile sweetheart". I can literally hear the men from the street in my head as she says it. That overly cheery almost expectant tone. The way she reads it is perfect woth the added contempt for the statement.
@@nickhohl3468 She's also got a dismal perspective generally. Everything is about victimization. If it's not female victimization then it's Jewish victimization and if it's not that then she's putting herself in the shoes of a black person. This Smile poem kind of encapsulates it. Smiling is helpful not just socially but emotionally. If you can smile and laugh at things that might otherwise pain you then you're basically bulletproof, instead she's assaulted by someone just making the suggestion. It's not a healthy way to live and she's not a happy person. She is "deep" and clever, though, so I guess that's some consolation.
cariiangela I was just sitting in the hallway waiting on class to start trying to figure out who her doppelgänger was and then my friend luna text me and it dawned on me. Luna freaking lovegood
We watched this in my english class recently and I could not believe the responses from my peers. I thought we had evolved more as a civilization but when I heard the boys saying she was 'Too agressive' i was on the brink of tears because I dont know if they can even grasp the fear in this situation. I dont know if they know that most of the girls in this classroom, their 8th grade peers, have gone through this exact situation and more. It just really disgusts me how people still blame the other side.
Rhiannon McGavin is what got me into spoken word. I just won 1st place in a poetry competition at an arts festival. I'm so happy. Spoken word originally let me feel sad or angry but now it just makes me happy.
"And if you really want a sad girl to smile then you hold her. Until you're drenched in perfume from the gardens you planted in her heart, so that every time her wounds reopen she bleeds bouquets..."
Came back to this because yesterday a stranger asked "Do you ever smile?" And I whipped my head around him and smiled like a pyscho with crazy wide eyes. He took a step back and I kept giggling throughout the day thinking of this poem.
w o r d s / / People don’t give girls enough credit. I’m in the ninth grade and the last time I studied a uniquely female narrative was in 6th grade. I’m in the ninth grade now, and it might not seem like a lot, three years, but... it is. Difference between 12 & 15, difference between girl and.... we’re reading to kill a mockingbird now, and I was walking home one day, thinking about how Dills hair was described as duckfluff or how scout viewed reading as breathing or what I’d help my mom make for dinner when... I guess I was frowning a little.. deep in thought... a man, a grown man, told me to, “smile sweetheart!” Strange right? Telling some stranger to look happy? You know it only takes one more muscle than smiling to punch someone in the teeth... blood’s better than tears anyway, action over thought, thoughts left lingering wriggling through viral veins and organs when trying to fight something you know is bigger than you, the cudgel that has bludgeoned countless before because if there’s no struggle then you lose the cold and broken hallelujah of.... well at least you fought back..... don’t tell sad girls to smile. Don’t tell sad girls to smile because she might be the type that gets cut by hipbones, don’t tell sad girls to smile because she might still be trying to scrub someone else’s sin from her skin, hot water, holy water, it always flows under the bridge eventually. And the dead can only feel cold so if she can feel the burning water then maybe maybe don’t tell sad girls to smile because she does it for herself or someone she feels comfortable with, not some slack jawed nice guy who doesn’t find a frown appealing, she might have a good reason to be sad so don’t you tell me to smile! it’s not your mouth. it’s not yours to kiss to consume, to find comfort in when the windows rattle in the storm or your heart rattles in your rib cage like seeds in the dry earth, unable to grow without a little water, and sunshine and tenderness, and if you really want a sad girl to smile, then you hold her, until you’re drenched in perfume from the gardens you planted in her heart so that every time her wounds reopen she bleeds bouquets, but I’m not yours to hold, and if you keep walking around telling sad girls to smile, no one will ever want to be, and if you come any. closer, I’ll bite you, and smile red.
At first listening it got under my skin so deeply. I used to hear it when I was saddest, and it just hurt me more. Thank you, especially for "red smile" and "one more muscle to punch".
"If you want a sad girl to smile; You hold her... Until you reek of the perfume from the gardens you planted in her heart - So when her wounds reopen; she bleeds bouquets." Fuck that is just beautiful.
I think we should stop telling other people what to do. As a man I am constantly being asked if I'm angry, because I don't smile as much as everyone else. Why is everyone afraid of me because I'm not smiling 24/7. I have feelings too. I can feel sadness too. I can hurt deep inside and not want hide from the world. Leave us alone!
Usually I feel super attacked by poems concerning men’s harassment of women (even though I at least try to respect every woman, no matter who they are), but this one is really nice. It delivers the message well without making the main focus how bad all men are
People don’t give girls enough credit I’m in the ninth grade now and the last time I studied a uniquely female narrative was in sixth grade. That might not seem like a lot three years but it is Difference between 12 and 15 between girl and- We are reading to kill a mockingbird now and I was walking home one day thinking about how dills hair was described as duck fluff or how scout viewed reading as breathing or what I’d help my mom make for dinner when I guess I was frowning a little deep in thought Someone a man A grown man told me to “smile sweetheart” strange right telling some stranger to look happy you know it only takes one more muscle than smiling to punch someone in the teeth Bloods better than tears Anyway action over thought Thoughts left lingering Wriggling through vital veins and organs when you try to fight something you know is bigger than you The cudgel which has bludgeoned countless before because if there’s no struggle then you lose then you lose the Cold And broken hallelujah of well at least you fought back Don’t tell sad girls to smile Because she might be the type who gets cut by hit bones Don’t tell sad girls to smile because she might still be trying to scrub someone’s else’s sin from her skin hot water holy water it all flows under the same bridge eventually And the dead can only feel cold so if she can feel the burning water then maybe Maybe don’t tell sad girls to smile because she does it for her self or someone she feels comfortable with not some slack-jawed fish eyed nice guy who doesn’t find a frown appealing She might have a good reason to be sad so don’t you tell me to smile It’s not your mouth It is not yours to kiss to consume to find comfort in when the windows rattle in a storm or your heart rattled in your rib cage Like seeds in the dry earth unable to grow without a little water and sunshine and tenderness And if you really want a sad girl to smile then you hold her until your drenches in perfume From the gardens you planted in her heart So that every time her wounds reopen she bleeds bouquets But I’m not yours to hold and if you keep going around telling sad girls to smile no one will ever want to be and if you come any closer I’ll bite you and smile red
Lyrics: People don't give girls enough credit. I'm im the 9th grade now and the last time I studied a uniquely female narrative was in 6th grade. That might not seem like a lot, three years, but it is. Difference between twelve and fifteen, between girl and- We're reading' To kill a mockingbird' now and I was walking home one day, thinking about how Dill's hair was described as 'duck-fluff' or how Scout viewed reading as breathing or what I'd help my mum make for dinner when, I guess I was frowning a little, deep in thought, someone, a man, a grown man told me to "Smile, sweetheart!" Strange, right? Telling some stranger to look happy? You know, it only takes one more muscle than smiling to punch someone in the teeth. Action over thought, thoughts left lingering, wriggling through vital veins and organs when you're tryna fight something you know is bigger than you. The cudgel which has bludgeoned countless before, but if there is no struggle then you loose the cold and broken hallelujah of- Well, at least you fought back. Don't tell sad girls to smile. Don't tell sad girls to smile because she might be the type who gets cut by hipbones, don't tell sad girls to smile because she might still be trying to scrub someone else's sin from her skin, hot water, holy water, it all flows under the same bridge eventually and the dead can only feel cold. So if she can feel the burning water then maybe, maybe don't tell sad girls to smile because she does it for herself or someone she feels comfortable with, not because some slack-jawed, fish-eyed nice-guy doesn't find a frown appealing. She might have a good reason to be sad so don't you tell me to smile! It's not your mouth! It's not yours to kiss, to consume, to find comfort in when the windows rattle in a storm while your heart rattles in your ribcage like seeds in the dry earth, unable to grow without a little water and sunshine and tenderness. And if you really want a sad girl to smile then you hold her until you're drenched in perfume from the gardens you planted in her heart. But I'm not yours to hold. And if you keep walking around telling sad girls to smile noone will ever want to be. And if you come any closer, I'll bite you. And smile red.
I read this poem and Art Class by her and won in both categories in my school speech contest. Her work inspires me so much and im so glad I found these poems because they really keep me going. I hope she gains the popularity she deserves
I love this. When I delt with an ED (which only worened my depression) a man at an event I worked at during that time told me to smile. Or he'd say "you're not smiling Emily" though I know he meant well and he soon found out abput mg ED it still felt strange to smile for a stranger
I have now watched a sufficient amount of these, and am at the point where I have realized that I am, in fact, not actually good at writing and should probably give up and just watch more of these videos and feel worse about my self and continue this cycle on and on and on until I have to eat. Ooh yay food bye
"it only takes one more muscle than smiling to punch someone in the teeth" i am so using this
Dont worry you arent the only one 😂
This quote is probably older than you are
@@nala3055 yeah I remember it from AIM profiles lol
'I'll bite you, and smile red' 🙌
Psycho ass words
i also like how that's one of the only moments in the poem that she actually smiles! great acting on her part
"don't tell sad girls to smile cause its not your mouth"
I love Natsu!!! And this poem
This girl Rhiannon McGavin is so bad ass she is so awesome
hi can you pls subcribe tu my yotube channel i will tell you the nameme. its cplled timwonsadventures.
She has a very distinct voice, I always recognise it no matter what poem she performs
I was told by a random man to smile just hours after my dad passed away. I was so caught off guard that anyone would point out the state of my face that I didn't speak up. I just smiled. To this day it still bothers me.
she in the 9TH GRADE!! damn she has the perspective of a 30 year old
It's already tells you what girls are going through in life without saying a thing
She's 21 rn
@Prajakta It literally does. No baby is mature. Maybe some children are emotionally mature but not many, and they're not physically mature. Maturity comes with age.
@@cameronrhanna I disagree. Maturity comes with life experience, and some individuals have plenty of life altering, life shattering, and life ending experiences before their childhood can even be savored, even if for a mere moment. Age is the length of time one has lived, or survived, whereas maturity is more indicative of the life one has experienced.
@@audreaj2655 There's definitely more to it than my original statement and life experiences count for a lot but I'm going to hold fast to the claim that age matters. Young people often lack experience and perspective but I think there's more to maturity than worldliness. It's about emotional and philosophical balance as well, about knowing your importance and your insignificance simultaneously and having a worldview that can accommodate unpleasant realities without discounting the upside of existence (among other things). I think reflection on the life experiences is required and takes time, and I'm not sure that you can have finished reflecting before you're an adult because things change so quickly in youth. I think you've got to let your thoughts settle down and your worldview solidify before you can really consider yourself mature. Maturity in part means stability which is antithetical to youth and growth.
and if you really want a sad girl to smile, then you hold her, until you’re drenched in perfume from the gardens you planted in her heart so that every time her wounds reopen she bleeds bouquets,
My God...I love YOU for this
slam poetry is what I turn to no.matter what struggles I have
elisa moniz seriously I watch slam poetry all the time it's a help!😂❤️
Momo Monster yeah me too, I actually also write slam poems and read them at shelters and cafes
elisa moniz Can I hear them some time?
How about God?
I turn to God.
Lots of comments about the ending line but not nearly enough appreciation for the way she dragged out "smile sweetheart". I can literally hear the men from the street in my head as she says it. That overly cheery almost expectant tone. The way she reads it is perfect woth the added contempt for the statement.
Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night and wouldn't you love to love her?
KatieKat takes to the sky like a bird in flight and who will be her lover
stephanie rogers ❤❤
all your life you've never seen a woman taken by the wind...
KatieKat would you stay if she promised you heaven?
Morrigan Miller
will you ever win?
KatieKat and will you ever win.
Why isn't she more popular??? This is amazing!
cause she's shit
Harry Lipscombe I would like to know your opinion and reasoning for it in why you think “she’s shit”
@@educationstation6141 she's sexist, and blames the way she feels on random strangers for no good reason, just that they got a penis.
@@nickhohl3468 She's also got a dismal perspective generally. Everything is about victimization. If it's not female victimization then it's Jewish victimization and if it's not that then she's putting herself in the shoes of a black person. This Smile poem kind of encapsulates it. Smiling is helpful not just socially but emotionally. If you can smile and laugh at things that might otherwise pain you then you're basically bulletproof, instead she's assaulted by someone just making the suggestion. It's not a healthy way to live and she's not a happy person. She is "deep" and clever, though, so I guess that's some consolation.
@@nickhohl3468 oh god
"So that every Tim her wounds re-open,she bleeds bouquets " 💐
Okay, but does anyone else see the Luna Lovegood look alike? No just me okay.
Cheyenne Ellzey I WAS THINKING THAT TOO
cariiangela I was just sitting in the hallway waiting on class to start trying to figure out who her doppelgänger was and then my friend luna text me and it dawned on me. Luna freaking lovegood
maybe 😉
That's why I clicked on this video. I thought it was her
holy crap. i thought i was alone.
We watched this in my english class recently and I could not believe the responses from my peers. I thought we had evolved more as a civilization but when I heard the boys saying she was 'Too agressive' i was on the brink of tears because I dont know if they can even grasp the fear in this situation. I dont know if they know that most of the girls in this classroom, their 8th grade peers, have gone through this exact situation and more. It just really disgusts me how people still blame the other side.
omg "ill bite you, and smile red." love it!
"I'll bite you and smile red"
Rhiannon McGavin is what got me into spoken word. I just won 1st place in a poetry competition at an arts festival. I'm so happy. Spoken word originally let me feel sad or angry but now it just makes me happy.
Jesus Christ she is so well spoken
Kayla very
"And if you really want a sad girl to smile then you hold her. Until you're drenched in perfume from the gardens you planted in her heart, so that every time her wounds reopen she bleeds bouquets..."
To be homset I never pay attention until a poet mention the action to bleed.
"If you come any closer, I'll bite you and smile red"
I love it
😅
don't tell sad girls to smile.
My mother would always tell me don’t let anybody tell you to smile. I have lived by that since then
“don’t tell sad girls to smile she might have a good reason to be sad”
I have been scowering the internet for their poems and omg I am absolutely in love with every part of their mindset.
I keep coming back to this poem
I've watched this so many times it pops up in my recommendations every two weeks 😂
gahhhhhh well now I know my night is going to be sleepless because I am gonna listen to everything this girl has ever made
I love Rhiannon so much! I've watched this, like, 20 times
Came back to this because yesterday a stranger asked "Do you ever smile?" And I whipped my head around him and smiled like a pyscho with crazy wide eyes. He took a step back and I kept giggling throughout the day thinking of this poem.
‘If you come closer, I’ll bite you’
So real
love everything she does
I have this entire poem memorized.
Beautiful poem I come back to when I feel like I am always too sad.
this girl's words are so damn amazing .
she's so clever and has a way with words and she's funny ( her other poem Biology )
she's got style
Best sentence in the whole thing "It only takes one more muscle than smiling, to punch someone in the teeth." It couldn't have been put better.
w o r d s / /
People don’t give girls enough credit.
I’m in the ninth grade and the last time I studied a uniquely female narrative was in 6th grade. I’m in the ninth grade now, and it might not seem like a lot, three years, but... it is. Difference between 12 & 15, difference between girl and....
we’re reading to kill a mockingbird now, and I was walking home one day, thinking about how Dills hair was described as duckfluff or how scout viewed reading as breathing or what I’d help my mom make for dinner when... I guess I was frowning a little.. deep in thought... a man, a grown man, told me to, “smile sweetheart!” Strange right? Telling some stranger to look happy? You know it only takes one more muscle than smiling to punch someone in the teeth... blood’s better than tears anyway, action over thought, thoughts left lingering wriggling through viral veins and organs when trying to fight something you know is bigger than you, the cudgel that has bludgeoned countless before because if there’s no struggle then you lose the cold and broken hallelujah of....
well at least you fought back..... don’t tell sad girls to smile. Don’t tell sad girls to smile because she might be the type that gets cut by hipbones, don’t tell sad girls to smile because she might still be trying to scrub someone else’s sin from her skin, hot water, holy water, it always flows under the bridge eventually. And the dead can only feel cold so if she can feel the burning water then maybe
maybe don’t tell sad girls to smile because she does it for herself or someone she feels comfortable with, not some slack jawed nice guy who doesn’t find a frown appealing, she might have a good reason to be sad so don’t you tell me to smile!
it’s not your mouth. it’s not yours to kiss to consume, to find comfort in when the windows rattle in the storm or your heart rattles in your rib cage like seeds in the dry earth, unable to grow without a little water, and sunshine and tenderness, and if you really want a sad girl to smile, then you hold her, until you’re drenched in perfume from the gardens you planted in her heart so that every time her wounds reopen she bleeds bouquets,
but I’m not yours to hold, and if you keep walking around telling sad girls to smile, no one will ever want to be, and if you come any. closer, I’ll bite you, and smile red.
Selene Makara thank you so much ♥🌻
you're welcome.
elli alyce
Thanks. Have a good day. ❤️
Thanks a lot mann!! :)
WOW!! I'm 37 and you touched my scattered, broken, loving, confused, abused heart. Thank you, mama. Thank you.
At first listening it got under my skin so deeply.
I used to hear it when I was saddest, and it just hurt me more. Thank you, especially for "red smile" and "one more muscle to punch".
Beautiful...Beautiful...Beautiful!!!!!!
She's a senior 😳
Time goes by fast
completely off topic but you sound so much like sabrina carpenter its unbelievable. but this is breath taking, amazing job ♥️
emma parker omgg Same thought!!
My favorite of her performances of this poem.
The smile red part was so badass!!
I've watched this so many times I learnt all the lines by heart!
Wow. I'm pretty much blown away. Thank you, Rhiannon.
👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏Don't tell sad girls to smile.
So incredible! Thank you for sharing Rhiannon
God I love this girl
There is so much power and beauty and her words and her performance!
I still get chills when I listen to this
She has such a lovely voice! ❤️
This. Is. So. Important. To. Me.
this is the best thing that i’ve ever seen ever
"If you want a sad girl to smile;
You hold her...
Until you reek of the perfume from the gardens you planted in her heart -
So when her wounds reopen; she bleeds bouquets."
Fuck that is just beautiful.
I love Rhiannon so muchhhh
Oh, this is so good. I will cherish this and spit parts of it at people who try to mold me into what they want to see
The performance it’s self is perfect let alone the words !!
i love her voice
I love this! The last line in particular had me inner cheering .
*smillllleeee sweetheeeeaarrrtttt*
Don't tell sad people to smile, the pain of sadness runs through the veins of both men and woman.
I couldn't agree anymore. She is preaching. Ahhh
I think we should stop telling other people what to do. As a man I am constantly being asked if I'm angry, because I don't smile as much as everyone else. Why is everyone afraid of me because I'm not smiling 24/7. I have feelings too. I can feel sadness too. I can hurt deep inside and not want hide from the world. Leave us alone!
"I'll bite you, and smile red." Yes.. Just yes.
I wish I discovered this beautiful piece earlier.
I got to perform this for my freshman english class after researching her and oml this is amazing. I can quote this poem almost word for word
This is why I love poems
that last line...! yesss
This made me cry. So incredible thank you
Doesn't she look like Luna Lovegood? Or is it just me?
yeah I can see that
Usually I feel super attacked by poems concerning men’s harassment of women (even though I at least try to respect every woman, no matter who they are), but this one is really nice. It delivers the message well without making the main focus how bad all men are
"and if you come any closer ill bite you and smile red" legit my favorite part
my all time favourite poem
Finally someone understands how freaking annoying it is to be told to smile
what a queen
People don’t give girls enough credit
I’m in the ninth grade now and the last time I studied a uniquely female narrative was in sixth grade.
That might not seem like a lot three years but it is
Difference between 12 and 15 between girl and-
We are reading to kill a mockingbird now and I was walking home one day thinking about how dills hair was described as duck fluff or how scout viewed reading as breathing or what I’d help my mom make for dinner when
I guess I was frowning a little deep in thought
Someone a man
A grown man told me to “smile sweetheart” strange right telling some stranger to look happy you know it only takes one more muscle than smiling to punch someone in the teeth
Bloods better than tears
Anyway action over thought
Thoughts left lingering
Wriggling through vital veins and organs when you try to fight something you know is bigger than you
The cudgel which has bludgeoned countless before because if there’s no struggle then you lose then you lose the Cold And broken hallelujah of well at least you fought back
Don’t tell sad girls to smile
Because she might be the type who gets cut by hit bones
Don’t tell sad girls to smile because she might still be trying to scrub someone’s else’s sin from her skin hot water holy water it all flows under the same bridge eventually
And the dead can only feel cold so if she can feel the burning water then maybe
Maybe don’t tell sad girls to smile because she does it for her self or someone she feels comfortable with not some slack-jawed fish eyed nice guy who doesn’t find a frown appealing
She might have a good reason to be sad so don’t you tell me to smile
It’s not your mouth
It is not yours to kiss to consume to find comfort in when the windows rattle in a storm or your heart rattled in your rib cage
Like seeds in the dry earth unable to grow without a little water and sunshine and tenderness
And if you really want a sad girl to smile then you hold her until your drenches in perfume
From the gardens you planted in her heart
So that every time her wounds reopen she bleeds bouquets
But I’m not yours to hold and if you keep going around telling sad girls to smile no one will ever want to be and if you come any closer
I’ll bite you and smile red
I love this girl
AWW BABY RAI
i always come back to this video when i need it💓
GOOSEBUMPS !😭
Lyrics:
People don't give girls enough credit. I'm im the 9th grade now and the last time I studied a uniquely female narrative was in 6th grade. That might not seem like a lot, three years, but it is. Difference between twelve and fifteen, between girl and-
We're reading' To kill a mockingbird' now and I was walking home one day, thinking about how Dill's hair was described as 'duck-fluff' or how Scout viewed reading as breathing or what I'd help my mum make for dinner when, I guess I was frowning a little, deep in thought, someone, a man, a grown man told me to "Smile, sweetheart!" Strange, right? Telling some stranger to look happy? You know, it only takes one more muscle than smiling to punch someone in the teeth. Action over thought, thoughts left lingering, wriggling through vital veins and organs when you're tryna fight something you know is bigger than you. The cudgel which has bludgeoned countless before, but if there is no struggle then you loose the cold and broken hallelujah of-
Well, at least you fought back. Don't tell sad girls to smile. Don't tell sad girls to smile because she might be the type who gets cut by hipbones, don't tell sad girls to smile because she might still be trying to scrub someone else's sin from her skin, hot water, holy water, it all flows under the same bridge eventually and the dead can only feel cold. So if she can feel the burning water then maybe, maybe don't tell sad girls to smile because she does it for herself or someone she feels comfortable with, not because some slack-jawed, fish-eyed nice-guy doesn't find a frown appealing. She might have a good reason to be sad so don't you tell me to smile! It's not your mouth! It's not yours to kiss, to consume, to find comfort in when the windows rattle in a storm while your heart rattles in your ribcage like seeds in the dry earth, unable to grow without a little water and sunshine and tenderness. And if you really want a sad girl to smile then you hold her until you're drenched in perfume from the gardens you planted in her heart. But I'm not yours to hold. And if you keep walking around telling sad girls to smile noone will ever want to be. And if you come any closer, I'll bite you. And smile red.
i love her.
She's now most likely in 12th grade, I found this in my watch later. (Though, I already have watched this) It's just....woah, three years ago....
kids in my class tell me to smile. And in my mind I'm like, "Shut up! I don't need to! just leave me be!" ;-;
I read this poem and Art Class by her and won in both categories in my school speech contest. Her work inspires me so much and im so glad I found these poems because they really keep me going. I hope she gains the popularity she deserves
I love this. When I delt with an ED (which only worened my depression) a man at an event I worked at during that time told me to smile. Or he'd say "you're not smiling Emily" though I know he meant well and he soon found out abput mg ED it still felt strange to smile for a stranger
She's so damn amazing
Gives me Anne with an E vibes
and I love it
I absolutely loved this
love this!
I have now watched a sufficient amount of these, and am at the point where I have realized that I am, in fact, not actually good at writing and should probably give up and just watch more of these videos and feel worse about my self and continue this cycle on and on and on until I have to eat. Ooh yay food bye
Amrit H. Me
noo keep writing lmao
trust me, it takes practice. (at one point what I wrote wasn't even poetry, just shitty prose-)
i liked her a lot then i found out what her name was and i love her even more
Outstanding! Well done poet!
My teacher is always telling me to smile, like no I don’t want to smile I’m in school
gave me chills..
MOOD RN
Amazing artist ❤❤❤
that was awesome. no words.
made me cry in 2 minutes.
This is everything 💔😓