I am who I am. The light that shines through meis the light I create,but it is also the light of my ancestors. It is the light of my loved oneswho reach out to hold mewhen I am falling. It is the light of those whoignite the fire inside of mewhen the Universe holds up
This is not who I am.I am fighting against the current.Waves crashing against my brain – Splashing all of my thoughts aroundmy lungs filling up with wine and Instagram filters. I am screaming.I am thrashing.I am begging for connection.I am holding my hand out in a world that is repulsed by touch.Sanitize my words.Ignore my
I am magic. I have starlight in my fingertipsand moonbeams streaming from the ends of my hair.I walk barefoot in the dark and color in the sunsets. I take big deep breaths before plunging into cold waters and let the night sky sing me to sleep. I feel the heartbeat of the Earth and the
Do I believe in everything you’ve whispered into the wind?How could I?Would I be a fool if I did?Velvet promises of loving compliments.I am not all that you twisted into broken truths to make you feel comfortable in the hand-me-down sweaters and too-large-sneakers and embarrassing accessories.Can you see me yet?The girl with the broken eyes