I was constantly exhausted pretending that I was always okay. Trying to prove to myself that maybe I wasn’t bipolar.
Society needs me / But I cannot feed the hologram
I know that I am good enough. I am whole. I am beautiful as I am. I am love as I am. I look in the mirror and see the spark in my deep brown eyes that reflects all the love I feel in my heart. I’ve come Black to Peace. Black to Power. Black to Love.
I believe in haunted places, because I / am one of them. I have always been / a mouth with a thousand teeth, / this body a million sharp stars.
It would be harder to run all my life. At some point, I have to head back in. Otherwise, the ghosts will keep haunting.