Open your palm
Let go of the shell before you squeeze it so tight that it breaks
You never have to do anything you don't want to
Live that truth
Tattoo it on your chest for the moments when you're standing in the mirror staring in disbelief
It is a stark reminder of the strength you had that day
If it speaks to you let it speak. Listen
If it fits, settle in
Open your palm
And put the conch to your ear
Listen
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 4:16 PM UTC
Is happiness a feeling?
A filling?
Making space for something
that has no presence
no weight bearing
Raise balled fists high
and whisper
I am okay with this
I am content in this
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 7:27 AM UTC
I will love her
In the dark
When her salt cracked grin
And rough limbs are all she has
holding her together
I will love her
When she wakes in the morn
to a body that is not always akin
to the way she feels within
I will love her
When she falls asleep
with death's hand draped
over the small of her hip
I will love her
When he answers
and says he's busy plus
she's using this phone right now
"I don't really want you to need me
but you know I'm here for you"
I will love her
When she loses sympathy
for the ones who can't seem
to find their way out
cause ya know she "had it hard too"
I will love her
Self love is unconditional
And unwavering
Remember that
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 6:40 AM UTC
Home is in the bones
The red marrow you create
The hair above your lip
The bones that define your hips
The rough hands that feed you
Cracked feet that walk the earth
Woman human man being
Your being is all you
And when you close that door
Peel the day from your skin
And slip under those sheets
remember
You are the only home
you'll ever come home to
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 8:32 PM UTC
We met when I was still child
Too small in mind,
eyes wide for a beauty like hers
Is this what it's like to meet the woman of your dreams cause 'I could never..'
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 2:43 AM UTC
Remember she is human like you
Bleeds from open wounds
Cries into the night for mercy
Poops up a storm when she's nervous
Prays to the same ancestors on this continent called turtle island/atzlan
Remember she is woman, like you
Nothing less, nothing more
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 3:50 AM UTC
Creator
Send me a lover
with hands
worn with cuts and ridges
that know their limits
Both bold and timid
She is so weary
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 1:31 AM UTC
In this body, alone
I am home.
Pull my own hair
Bite my own tongue
My heart is no longer at "vacancy"
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 1:22 AM UTC
I miss
the feeling of home
in my skin
I feel like such a foreigner here
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 1:03 AM UTC