Writing prompt: Kinship when you least expect it
I walked up to the door and knocked. My friend Kayla opened the door and I waved to my mom, then she drove off. Kayla had on destroyed skinny jeans, a gold sweater and tan Ugg boots. She had accessorized her outfit with a pearl necklace and earrings. I stepped into the living room which was full of strangers; I recognized only a few people. The living room had a beige pit sofa with zebra pillows that were chocolate and white and a 55” television tuned in to the football game.
A lady, who I later found out was Kayla’s cousin, complimented me on my outfit.
“I love your outfit girl.”
I thought I looked pretty basic.
“Thank you.” I said.
I sat down at the long rectangular table next to Kayla. We bowed our heads and Kayla’s mom said the prayer.
After eating dinner we all gathered in the living room for a family talent show. Kayla’s cousin Taylor looked like a rock star; she had a red mohawk and orange skinny jeans with a black and white skull t-shirt and suspenders with boots. Taylor was first and she said a poem that really touched me. One line that stood out was, “… And like so many others who’ve seen all my pain, you’ll simply feel sorry and then walk away.” I could relate to her situation because I know when I had told people that I was cutting myself they just said I wanted attention. Judging by Taylor’s appearance I wouldn’t think she had that kind of talent. Then I wondered if Taylor’s orange jeans were a symbol self-injury awareness given that it was March.
She inspired me to go up after her. I hopped up to my feet and took center stage and I said my poem. After the gathering was over I walked up to Taylor.
“You did an awesome job and your poetry touched me.”
She nodded her head, “Thank you.”
“Where do you get your inspiration from?” I asked.
“I use to cut myself and I also had other friends who would harm themselves and I write about their lives as well as my own.” She asked, “Where do you get your inspiration from?”
“Our inspiration from poetry is similar; I used to cut my arms, so I started writing poems about self-harm to raise awareness about it and to express my feelings on paper instead of cutting.” I said.
I would have never thought Taylor and I would be friends. Taylor and I are still close to this day. We still share inspiration for poems, but we don’t harm ourselves anymore. We decided together that we have too much to live for and that there will always be things that get us down and hurt our feelings, but we should write about those feelings instead of hurting ourselves. I tried to raise awareness about it by participating in the National Self-injury Awareness Day. National Self-injury Awareness Day is March First. We wear orange awareness ribbons on this day because we care about these people and want them to get the help. So they can find other ways to release their pain or anger. I appreciate everyone who helped me get help and I’m truly thankful for them. I probably wouldn’t be here if I didn’t stop cutting.