I can do bad
All by myself,
I heal once you’ve gone,
Hurt only in the knowledge
Of how I was played,
It was the audacity you had,
To take a good woman’s worth and affection,
And treat it as low as you could go,
I don’t need you in order to feel bad,
Damnit,
I am bad,
Badass,
Too good for what I’ve been picking,
And in my own due time, I’ll find
One,
Grown worthy of attention that is mine.
Tag: worth
Grow Wildflower
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.
The Bloom
This is open,
Parting of shell,
To test the rain;
water
She has been burned,
Scorched
Even by the familiar sun,
Been made weary of Trust
But this is now trusting
The unknown,
This is realizing
She has lived far past her early fears,
And is not a blooming body
Receiving judgment,
She now is
The Bloom,
Awake,
Aware,
Knowing her worth,
She sifts the soil,
Deeper in
The sands
Of space and time,
To find her other half,
1 worthy
Of the bloom
That is She.
She of Letters 