“I have let go of friends who are not friends. I have let go of, “I love you’s” that leave the after taste of, “for now”. I have let go of the men that want to crawl in bed with a woman black, fantasized exotic. I have let go of boy who reveres my loudness But only when it doesn’t interfere with ego. You mistake hubris for confidence and fail to stand next to, work next to, build next to, something more than real. I have let go of woman who deems me not worthy of respect but of her unnecessary redundant jealousy. I have let go of his lips that seek release instead of pleasing me. I have let go of hands more prison cell than wanderlust… There is something worth touching here, Worth more than just ******* here. I have let go of bodies assimilating for comfort instead of adding to the peace that my vibe brings into any room. I have let go of you women more foul milk than friend, More siren than Goddess More damsel in distress than Queen. I have let go of darkness for light but, I will never choose between the moon and the sun, Because they both feed me. And people drain me. So, I have let go. I have let go of giving in and bowing down of staying silent of thinking myself 2nd And wanting to be chosen 1st.”