Dear best friend,
thanks for the support.
Dear mom and dad,
thanks for believing in me.
Dear boyfriend,
thanks for all the love.
Dear myself,
sorry for the letdown.

Have you heard of the word
That sounds like the squeak
One would make from your beak
If you had one? It’s fleek!

If you say, “She’s on fleek,”
With eyebrow perfection
She needs no correction
In shape and in peak

Now anything’s on fleek
That’s on point and ideal
From skateboards to hash browns
In taste, look or feel

It’s about 2 years old
That’s antique in webspeak
And now that you know it,
You’re part of the clique

It sounds like a combo
Of flawless and sleek
Neither Latin nor Greek
Still not sure if it’s chic

We used to say hot,
Or da bomb, or pristine.
If on fleek is passe’,
Just say, “yaasss, Queen!”

Dry your eyes,
Little girl.
Don't let them in.
They're only words.

There, now. There.
It's just a tear.
A raindrop from your  
Atmosphere.

I promise you
Clear skies again.
Brush off your knees.
Arise again.

Dry your eyes,
My little friend.
More things begin
Where others end.

So stand and shine
Despite their words.
They envy you.
Of course it hurts.

Enlightenment
Through darkened shadows
Clear visions
Reflections of stone
A heart in glorious shades of smoke
Master of illusion
Precise and unyielding
Cool breath and a steady heart
Poised within a mind
In constant dissension
Complex and beautiful
Determined to test limits
Hoping, against hope
To be enlightened
Through darkened shadows

And then I found out how hard it is to really change.

Even hell can get comfy once you've settled in.

I just wanted the numb inside me to leave.

No matter how ****** you get, the sun will return and you come back down.

The funny thing is all I ever wanted I already had.

There's glimpses of heaven in everyday.

In the friends I have, the music I make, the love that I feel.

I just had to start again.

Poetry written on cave walls
Of distant planets in other galaxies
Is still comprehensible to human
Hearts.

The stars look the same
From there.

They say the American flag planted
In moon dust is nothing but a
Sun bleached white piece of cloth
By now.

All things, it seems, given enough
Time and exposure

Become requests for
Peace
In the
End.