Tag: self love

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One day

One day see the fruits of my labor
Miracle after miracle
How lightly I’ll float by
I’m sure I wouldn’t even recognize
How slow my mind processes
I’ve been keeping my eyes to myself
Can’t see me
Refuse to see
One day I’ll be a shooting star and won’t be able to help but notice.
I won’t even be able to stop; catch a glance or nothing
The collisions will simply be an after thought as I’m smoking a winter spliff

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Knotted women

Knotted women
With whipped legs, full
Siren Buddha orphan
Four fingers and red mats
Brown squares under their eyes
Lives down the street some tag and sway
Knotted women prefers it this way

King bed in clams
Pearls replacing pupils
Pills and a nice white
Did a promise keep them
A fellow hand wrapped in silk and wool

The sun cleanses knotted women
Bathing child
Swimming in muscle memory
A letter is nothing
A minute a mile away

Knotted women don’t keep time
Don’t use things how they’re suppose to
Right brained
Hair pulled brick by brick
Dreaming to touch Jupiter if they make it
Shiva in the Himalayas

Knotted women are Satis’ sacrifice
A severed limb
Mermaids live with them
They call each other sisters
It soothes all the soil and turmoil
It inspires miracles
Knotted women

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The heavens of womanhood.

Revelations of my souls essence.

Emerging ashes saturated in a deliciously delicate black hole of grit.

You know, the usual.

And you?

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For granted

How are we in love in silence
You don’t know how to touch me unless I want to be touched

How are we in love if we’re warming up on our own
you only know how to grip me

How are we in love when you won’t say a word
like there’s nothing to talk about

You pick flowers as if I’m that type of girl
as if you don’t know me at all

How are we in love

How can you look at me

Burn

Be around me and not give your all

How can you love me while leaving me stranded heartful devoted

Refusing to rub those begging feet