Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
Wildflower, grow,
Don’t hold yourself back,
Let your self-empowerment be
A light
That brightens your path
And know it is also an inspiration
For others along their way;
Be a pollinator, wildflower
Of Pride, in self,
Pride in who you are,
Not just what you have done;
As a flower that grew up past concrete,
You are first and foremost
A seemly impossible miracle
That is,
As a living being,
Treat your petals gently, wildflower
And be unafraid
To bloom.
I am capable
Of the seemingly impossible,
Of proving not only others,
But my own doubt
Wrong;
Believing in,
And being in awe
Of myself
Was one of the most healing
And refreshing acts
I could undertake;
This is not vanity,
But self-preservation,
A courageous upgrade
Of self love,
Heralded to the world,
As “confidence”.
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I usually do not have my picture taken,
At times out of shyness,
Usually, because I am the eye
Behind the camera,
But years passed
Where all I saw was flash
From the back,
And captured photos
Reveal a vacuum,
A gaping void of my presence;
So I took it back
My smile,
My face,
My existence before the lens,
Creating memories that include me,
So my child will not have to look back
And just wonder of me;
I support her memory
With my bravery
To be a subject worthy
Of capture in art form.
What magick did I make as a child;
Undercovers imaging the future?
Let me remember this art,
To manifest a future in which I
Am loved, by one I can trust,
A romantic and life partner who will never hurt me.
Beautiful life with cracks
Where the light gets in
And out.
May it be so.
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I wrote a letter yesterday
To say
I could “not,”
Simply because
My body said “No, ”
And that was enough.
No worlds ended;
No feelings hurt,
This was me –vulnerable,
Back turned as I worked:
Erected and set boundaries,
To now rest
With peace
Somewhere along the way
I had forgotten that
Joy
Was for me too;
I had forgotten the very feel,
The flavor
Of “Happy”,
Until something
Shifted;
Planets aligned,
And it was suddenly clear that
Satisfaction in
The beauty and majesty
of simple
And complex Joy
Is also
Mine
She of Letters 