When I have a daughter I will never tell her she's pretty,
because she will never be pretty.
I don't want her to walk down the halls at school and say,
"I'm pretty"
She doesn't deserve it.
My daughter will never understand the word 'pretty'
because my daughter will never be pretty.
She will never know what it means,
because everyday I will tuck my daughter in
push her hair away from her forehead
and kiss her there telling her
she is beautiful.
She is magnificent.
She is perfect because despite the lies that say
to be perfect is to be flawless
my daughter will know that being perfect is being who you truly are and not what everyone makes you out to be.
My daughter will never know what it's like to be
pretty great or
pretty cool or
pretty amazing no!
No.
My daughter will know my love for her every second of every ****** day because my daughter will be
beautiful and perfect
all on her own.

i feel just like i did in June
and that's the worst i could feel
but i guess that it's okay
because i already knew that
*everything ends

Ever surrounded by white light that I unfurl from my heart and mind, a blanket of great protection where evil cannot find.

The souls that I keep sacred and perfectly safe and sound, by building the brightest sphere high in the sky and deeper in the ground.

With the heart of my will I set this light with my intention, to hold the negative at bay from every single direction.

The fire in my being will never let this white light burn away, for it will always protect us through the night into the day.

In the inelegant entwined paths
Of my minstrel mind
You have wondered in
And curled up
Like a stray cat
Finding a soft, sacred spot in the sun
Purring profoundly
And vibrating through
My thoughts
Much too often

And yet
you are a still a stranger to me