As a woman, I have always felt the pressure to procreate. And if I succeed, well, I better be the best mother I can be. But what if, I’m scared Of the pressures of social media. That the moms that populate the page will always be better than me. That I may spread my infected genes. That maybe, right now, the world is just a scary place to be. But what if, I decide to do things for me? Does that deserve to be guilty?
I eat your poetry like ice cream. It settles in orbits in my mind. A universe of words swirling into meanings understood by the lost souls called poets.
you, and me, we are, unified souls, simply, united, an unbreakable set, underway, sailing, like ship and sea, this two-way street, you, and me, we are, us. [one].