don’t ever let anyone tell you
your hands aren’t the stars
your mouth isn’t the sun
your lips aren’t supernovas
don’t ever let anyone tell you
your mind isn’t cataclysmic
your thoughts can’t stop time
your actions can’t create earthquakes
because when your feet pound the pavement
when your breath comes in gasps
when you can’t stop blinking
seeing, hearing,
feeling
you are a cumulonimbus existence
of thunder and lightning
he is not your own little universe,
bottled up
you
are
the universe