You do not owe anyone
your sanity
You do not owe the world
a reason for your existence
You owe yourself
the journey it takes to know this
You do not owe anyone
your sanity
You do not owe the world
a reason for your existence
You owe yourself
the journey it takes to know this
Some humans will unstitch the entire
universe
just for you,
just to show
you
the kind of love worth
surviving for
Gentle reminder
that you can begin
any journey you choose
even if that journey
is yourself
I begin to wonder
if every great woman
has had to bury her bones
in pursuit of something
Contrary to popular belief
Women know everything there is to know about construction
We know all too well
about calloused hands
It is because of poetry
that nothing seems
unreachable
The city that never sleeps”
Can be used to describe two beautiful, wonder filled
things I know:
New York City and my brain.
The cars never stop honking,
the people never stop shouting
in this city.
A dying man once told me all the secrets to living
He began by telling me a story
The ones we paint on our backs
Sculpted in our skins