We are officially broadening the categories that measure talent
Having a musical ear is crafting a playlist based on a single feeling
Being a historian is knowing everything there is to know about your favorite sci-fi series
Being a cinematic genius is putting together videos in your bedroom with perfect lighting and transitions
Being a fashionista is composing a trendsetting outfit from the thrift store with the 15 bucks your mom gave you
Being a poet is texting her at 2 AM after spending days finding the right words to express how you feel
The past favors tradition while the future favors you

I often feel like our love is invisible
Taught that only friendship can exist between two women
Little do they know that the hoodie I'm wearing is yours
Given to me this morning with a lovey-dovey line and a joke left in the pocket
Our scents blend in harmony to remind me that we are real
I promise to wear our love with pride

Many are those who walk along sidewalks looking down
Seeking comfort in what has already been discovered
Few are those who live with eyes pointed up
Consumed by the unknown with a delusional smile

You don’t have to put me back together
You don’t have to give me a solution
Just tell me I’ll be okay
And put a band-aid on it
(Please be a ******-doo one)

If you can’t bottle up the past
And the dam breaks
Forget the life boat
Invest in a strainer
Catch the good and let the bad wash away

What if you were a blade of grass
Amongst others just as tall
And though they found comfort in uniform
You never let go of that silly hope that something magic might happen
But magic is slow
Magic is small wins
Magic is progress invisible to others
So when you finally bloom
Know that those you used to resemble will grow green but with envy
Let them glare at your colorful petals and know that you didn’t just get lucky
Lucky are those who get to witness your magic