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The Sins of a Free Bird

With feathers so vibrant and a spirit so light,

The free bird loves to flaunt her wings at night.

Away from her cage, she becomes her true self.

Independent from restraints, her worries just melt.

This bird lives a life full of innocent lust.

She’s constantly craving the liberating rush

Of basking in her untamed glory;

And where her talons land, she claims territory.

Some see her wild nature as acts of the wicked.

Some deem her unholy; she can’t be restricted.

Though others may judge, she maintains her own.

Her screech pierces souls, and she’s tough to the bone.

Not a creature can tell this free bird what to do.

At the end of it all, even angels fall, too.

Foolish

I fell for you once, 

and I blamed you for giving me too much promise.
I fell for you twice,

and I blamed myself for believing in your words.

But when I fell for you this last time,

I don’t know what happened.

There was so much that I missed and wanted back. 

So selfish.

I feel like I already know the outcome before it happens,

but I still want to risk it all.

All just for the possibility of a chance to feel your warmth.

I hate writing about you. You occupy far too much of my mind.

And do I occupy yours?

Or is she there now in the place I should be?

And do I want you?

Or do I just want you as alone as me?

I’m happy for you, honest.

Honestly, I want you to love me again.

Just for a little while.

So I can feel whole and warm again, like last spring.

How foolish of me, 

to bring you back in just for you to break my heart again.

Hard to Please

I almost always like to know just how people feel.

I’d ask a hundred questions to make sure that it is real.

I’ve got trust issues with a heart made of steel.

Does that mean I’m hard to please?

My anxiety and intuition speak when something’s wrong.

My family and friends ask why we can hardly get along.

My cheeks soak with tears as I cry my lonely song.

I don’t mean to be hard to please…

I guess I let my emotions get too much in the way.

I guess I should be happy just to see another day.

I guess there’s nothing more that’s left for me to say.

I guess I’m just hard to please.

Pride

She pleaded.

Her eyes drenched in warm cries.

She told him he must put Pride aside.

That invisible wall where all the hurt resides.

Too much hurt for anyone to realize.

It’s the weight that drowns, that petrifies.

How can we grow if you’re immobilized?

And all she wants is a peep inside…

A chance to help the pain subside.

Oh, the problems that could be dissolved

When Pride is pushed to the side.

Choose Joy

When in doubt, choose Joy. 

Hold her, nurture her, value her. 

Give her a chance and she will prevail. 

Give her a stage and she will shine.

Be patient with her. 

Understand her. 

Joy isn’t easy, but she’s sure worth the chase. 

Full of compassion, generosity, abundance. 

Allow her to live her best life.

And she’ll be the best that she can be. 

the value of her skin

in this melanin skin is a beautiful soul. 

she stands with her head up and her heart out. 

her walk is as strong as her flaws,

and she owns them with every step.

some days she struggles to find the courage. 

second guessing her full potential. 

the fear of taking up too much space. 

not realizing that the universe exists inside her. 

but her voice is too strong to silence,

and her love is too powerful to hide. 

she is braver than her demons. 

she is the villain of evil. 

as this brown woman continues her reign,

people stare in awe at her strength. 

once she understands that she is infinite, 

she becomes unstoppable.

Note to My Sober Self

It’s a drunk night, a pretty fun night.

And I’m listening to French music.

I think I just might, might be all right.

As long as I go to sleep soon.

It’s almost 1 am.

But it’s not that late, I like to stay up late.

My anxiety doesn’t let me have the option.

Yet I rather sleep, sleep so peacefully.

With a fuzzy brain and wobbly legs.

My dreams are more fun that way.

Get some rest, we need our rest.

Not for any particular reason though.

Just don’t be a mess, mess with your ex.

He’s no good for you anyway, girl.

I love you.

Joy

Bitter sweet to the taste

And to the touch

Like a drug teasing you with euphoria.

There’s the inevitable crash.

And then woosh! Like a flash!

She’s back for more and ready for laughs.

An ecstasy not for the weak.

How exciting and frightening,

To be filled with such glee!

Love

I’ll bring you red roses

while the blue violets bloom. 

I’ll bring you the moon

to show you that I love you.

Rebirth 

Don’t worry, my love. 

After the match is lit and spat into the forest, our world will start to burn. 

Beginning with the smallest leaf and making its way to the tallest tree. 

Creeping through every last atom of nature’s existence. 

The smoke will rise and pollute the already contaminated air with its thick, black arms; 

and the flames will dance as the trees fall down into their everlasting slumber. 

Our world is now ashes. A collapsed version of what we used to call our home. 

But no need to panic, my love. 

We will fix this tattered wasteland and make it anew. 

I will wash away these ashes with my tears in order to spare your own. 

It will take time, and effort, and most importantly: love. 

But when we finish, I promise it’ll be worth it.

Start Over

Begging you can we please start over.

Because we are beyond knowing I could never bear to lose you forever.

The thought of you warms my heart with the nostalgia of better days and

My soul aches to know that I may never feel your embrace again

And for what?

A pride that is thick and cruel as mud stuck to the bottom of your favorite shoes?

An ego so dark it stains the path dividing us?

How can we say we’ll grow when we deny ourselves the nutrients?

Come back to me and we’ll flourish together.

Independent yet united.

Fierce yet compassionate.

Wrap me in the fires of your love and never stop.

Ocean

I wish I could crash like the waves,

Wash my fears with the tides. 

Drift across the foamy bed,

Open my arms, close my eyes. 

I’d get tucked in by the sun,

Sneak out late with the moon. 

I’d elope by the banks

in the middle of June. 

So let my curls get salty

and my skin get baked brown. 

There’s no song I’d rather hear Than that fierce ocean sound.