(Written 3/18/14)

January 3rd - I saw you walking in my direction in the hallway at school and you looked up and smiled at me.
February 5th - You bumped into me accidentally and I felt your hand graze my thigh; it was electric.
March 17th - We have a class together, and you asked me to be your partner for a project. I said yes.
April 8th - You slipped a note into my purse as you walked out of class inviting me out on a date. I said yes.
May 2nd - We'd been on a few dates by now, and today we shared our first kiss. I didn't know lips could feel like the beginning of something so beautiful and terrifying.
June 25th - You looked me in the eye and told me you loved me. I said I loved you too.
July 19th - We'd been fighting a lot. I don't know why but it hurt because I felt as if you were slipping away from me and I didn't know how to stop it.
August 27th - It'd been a few weeks since you'd kissed me and I was trying everything I could to fix it. To fix us.
September 8th - You called to tell me we needed to talk. I already knew what you were going to say.
October 12th - The way I miss you is incomparable to anything I've ever felt or probably will ever feel. I'm nothing without you.
November 28th - I texted you to tell you happy thanksgiving and added that I missed you. You didn't reply.
December 4th - I saw you walking in my direction in the hallway at school, but this time you didn't smile. You simply looked away.

May I rest in your calmness
                                       Bathe in your peace
Replenish in your happiness
               Find home through your gateway

          Find ME

                     In the stillness

Breathe in

          Gratitude

                 And
  
                       Exhale
  
                                 Joy

©Tina Thompson

I would much rather be studying
where you move your hands
and how you will kiss me next.
It's hard to concentrate on the different conjugations
of the verb querer,
when all I really want is your couch
with the torn up leather
and the small tables
and drizzle on the windows.
So come save me from the textbooks,
crawl into my body and unwrap my soul
until I can remember what your name tastes like.

Tomorrow marks June 2nd.

For me it is the day I find out if I have been accepted into the School of Journalism.

For her, it is the day she finds out the *** of her child.

I remember freshman year we became friends. She was skinnier than me, and shyer too. Always lookin' mean, but I saw her smile and she let me see her smile all the time.

Now the hidden sweet girl will be someone's mother soon.
I hope she let's her child see her smile too.

I am a **** good woman.

I may not be perfect, but I am. Does that confuse you? I love the way my smile shines when I see my reflection, chip and all. I enjoy feeling my hair blow with wind, or wet upon my back. I can stand **** for hours, gazing at every curve, or lack there of, that has graced my silhouette with its presence over the past 19 years and 7 months. Content.

I am not curvaceous nor too thin. I stand before myself. Just a body that did not ask for it's formation when it was sent from heaven, still holding hips that will bear children, breast that will feed villages, hands to uplift the child.
I am a **** good woman.
I come from a womb of the strongest woman I know. I bleed blood from her veins, bared skin that she's given me. I am molded from great women. Their features arrange themselves on my face, their vocabulary runs rapid across my tongue, memories madly through my mind.
I am a **** good woman
I have loved fiercely with compassion. It is without vanity I have compromised myself to love.
I am a **** good woman.*
How dare you think I am not enough?
I came from your rib! I am a part of you.
I have walked miles for mankind, cried for those before us, hurt from wounds you thought were long healed.
Still, I rise.
Impatient to be loved by a man worthy of my greatness.
A man worthy of the long walks of lonesome, sight seeing of chauvinists and fools gold we mistook as lovers.
However
With or without man I am woman.
A **** good one at that.