At some point, I decided I wasn't worth knowing. My limbs desperately grasped at the wind while my body yearned for touch Seeds of potential spilled on the concrete My mask fused to my skin under the heat of others opinions This quarter century has taught me two things; Flowers grown in my…
My first home was built with brick and mortar and bones and flesh When I first walked to her I knew she was the one I envisioned where I'd put the couch where my head would fit in her arms I could picture how the dark wood floors would support my feet How…
Name spelled wrong on every love letter you wrote me I didn't bother to correct you as if my name didn't matter God, let me fall in love again but not like before Let me fall in love like the wind free and flowing not afraid of its potential for destruction You…
A hello to new love feels like a wave goodbye to herself The domain she calls her skin must let another in Another in the seat of her emotions, their hands controlling the wheel I like you's sound like gun shots I love you's sound like sin Her nakedness a white flag in…
Maybe.. The word that's become so important to my healing. When I allowed space for maybe around my deepest darkest thoughts and opinions about myself, I slowly opened a moat of possibility for me to swim in and out of. It made that black box smaller and smaller, surrounded by possibility. It has revolutionized me…
The arrogance. How quick we are disillusioned. The exaggerated sense of our abilities to control every outcome. We pray; to crystals, gods and ourselves, oh so arrogant. Before the fire, where I lost the things that never loved me back anyways, I was confident my next step would be stable, that safety awaited me around…
I promised myself to never be baptized in the waves of abundance forgetting that water is not served fresh in everyone's cup slowly washing away todays debris from my skin, the water shooting from our pipes in rushes to be reunited with its vessel forgetting not everyone has the privilege of banishing their blood sweat…
This piece is not poetry not the lines that lead one to the next leaving the heavy aroma of power in your lungs this piece is simple a ode to my soul the soul that ebbs and flows through me this body given to me to carry a piece of the universe treat it with…
The profoundness I find in her pronouncing her soul to a microphone evokes an emotion in me. Not yet defined by strings of syllables. Amplifying octaves captured by the ear drums of her listeners, fellow seekers of self, get up on stages, sending sound waves through crowds hoping it'll resonate with their tribe and call…
A shock wave of calm demand filled my ears on afternoon. This is not it. No. You did not come to this earth, filled with the stars, wrapped in the straight of my ancestors, greatness braided into my soul for, this. No. I will not. The universe spoke to me with such calm demand almost…
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