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258 · Sep 2016
Betrayal
The rawest state I could be in,
I will write.
I know I avoid it today because
it brings a reality to my life I fear to endure.
Life.
I am experiencing what is is like to feel at the most vulnerable state I have ever found myself.
I am still breathing,
I am still feeling,
I am still alive,
yet I tell myself this is dying.
251 · Aug 2016
I am a product of my Mother
I am my mothers daughter.
I am a product of my mother.
To be ashamed of my curves
would be to be ashamed of hers.

I wear my mothers skin.
To be insecure over my stretch marks would be to feel insecure over her stretch marks. The very ones I have to her while giving life to me.


I am my mothers voice.
To be quiet when I want to be loud would be deafening the very things she instilled in me about believing in the power of my words.

I am my mothers warrior.
To stand back when I know I need to stand up would be crippling to the fight she placed in my soul.

I am a product of my mother. To call myself her daughter would be to call myself the product of a warrior.

She is warrior.
225 · Aug 2016
Fall
So many times I have fallen without
anyone there to catch me.

I understand now that my soul was begging me to fall into myself.

kmp
222 · Aug 2016
Untitled
I am a storm within skin.
Speaking to cause powerful movement while I am here.
Brewing passion in my blood.
Craving to unleash my soul to the world.
I will lay my fight bare for others to witness the beauty in going to war for your life.
I am warrior.
196 · Aug 2016
How beautiful you are..
How beautiful you are to think you have won.
To think you have taken from me the very thing you are missing.

My worth cannot be stripped, stolen or replicated.
To say you have won would be to say you have reached between my ribs of armor.
As if I allowed you deep enough in me to feel what it's like to be a Goddess.

How beautiful you are to think you have scratched even the surface of my being.

kmp

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