Women soar after beauty
It is essential
Bare ******* beneath an empty soul
Swimming in the wind of dreams
I’m flooded  with sweetness
This is not enough
I am not tiny
My ribs don’t protrude
I have visions of gardens and frantic full moons
Ships that have sailed
Women who have failed
No one person is perfect
Neither you or I
I don’t live in the shadows of who I could be
For I am not ashamed of who I have become
I am a young mother
I am a lover
I am a poet
Wearing her heart on her sleeve
I have had many failures
They help me to grow
All of this makes me