You say you love me…..

How can you tenderly hold what is delicate
in the palm of your hands when all you’ve
ever known is how to destroy it?

How can you appreciate and admire the
beauty of a thing when all you’ve ever
known is how to pluck it from the soil
and watch it die over time?

So- how can you possibly know how to love me….

Tainted…..

Sisters2.

How long will our daughters carry the
insecurities of their mothers in their
womb, the way grown women carry past
lovers under their skin?

Insecurities filtered and strained through
white hooded sheets from people who wear
couture dresses and suites of sophistication
adorned with beads strung on golden threads
of privilege.

Righteous Anger……

Even the ocean carries its
anger to the shores in crushing
waves.

Why do you expect us to quell
the deep fire and burn of injustice
with closed mouths….just to suit you?

Beloved,

Why do you stay and die daily
to men who are thunderous rage
and anger? Your sons and daughters
need you to find your wings and fly.

Dead Ends…..

Don’t settle for men who are still
clinging to the breasts of another
and lovers who refuse to carry you
on their lips and caress your name
with softness, love, and admiration.
You will always find yourself huddling
and broken under heavy sheets of pain.

Mirror mirror on the wall…..

On those days I want to curse
the mirror for its reflection

I remind myself that without
hesitation I peeled away my

skin, slipped out of it for you
and stitched myself back together

with the threads of self hate
my feet were a journey of sadness

I was lost under the weight
of your disapproving eyes

treated as nothing more than
a footnote on the pages of

your book, and I am no longer
asking permission to love myself

Enjoy the day….

I’m still here. I will be posting new poetry soon. Thank you all for following and showing me love! I’m going to enjoy this beautiful day. Stay tuned 🙂

These Sacred Scars

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