Even if there is tension among your bio family, you are still loved and honored for who you are in the other spaces you create for yourself. No one can take that from you.
Still no matter how much I try to resist it / I wax nostalgic for a person who never existed
I’m not doing it on purpose, I promise. But when I’m in the bathroom alone I look at myself in the mirror and I go to a dark place within my own body, somewhere that I haven’t yet exorcised and burnt incense in.
fuck you! / and now you want me to speak like a martyr? / well I am still alive and much smarter
this water offers resolve. / —Touches every part of my body / & does not flinch (Poem also available en español)
Once I began to receive my benefits, I began to distance myself from an idea that productivity defines whether I am deserving of respect.
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