June

I hated myself, but nobody cared. 
Nobody cares.
You think the white man cares?
You think my momma cares? 
No.
Because she hates herself too.

Alone

I know your ego self is trying to wrap you into thought,

convincing you of lies that you are not who you’ve always been —a god in human form.

You are a sunflower in autumn. Always. Remember not to drown, riding on the waves of your emotions where your spirit will find you.

I love you, and I celebrate every part of you. Candles and birthday cake.

—friendship between women