Vasso Toli
I am Vasso Toli, and I write a little to make sure I am alive. I am from Greece, queer, and probably many other things I am still discovering. I am drawn to stories that linger and to the small truths that often go unnoticed. I write to understand, to feel, and to connect- with others and with myself, but I tend to believe I am a better reader. Find me on Instagram: @vas_mear
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I have a sensory bubble,
too fragile for this world.
I made it with genes, sorrow and mistakes
some trauma, some silence,
some shame.
So much shame.
It puts sparkles in my eyes,
ready to shoot and erase
every trace of normal life.
It creates a heavy head,
a mind constantly suffering
from its own way of thinking.
A whole-body pain—
visible enough to be underestimated,
invisible enough not to be understood.
The doctor says it’s stress.
But the doctor forgets I am a woman.
I am made of stress,
some trauma,
some silence,
and so much shame.
The doctor cannot disagree
in a world where women
are not made of stress,
some trauma,
some silence,
and so much shame
My migraine
might just have been my body existing
in a way the world knows how to respect.
I have this feeling along my spine
I carry the suppressed women of my family
and the suspended women of my world.
And that could be just fine
if paracetamol could work.
Therefore,
my migraine
might have been separated
from my womanhood.
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