Through it all, I'm grateful
for the highs and lows.
Even in my darkest moments.
I can rejoice in knowing that these are
just passing seasons.
Each having different reasons for my growth.
I believe true happiness comes from accepting it all.
And in that same way, you can not help but love all of me.
There are complexities here, contradictions, and fuck-ups.
All leading into the god in me,
my quiet seduction, my wisdom, and grace
Are all there
even when I twist up my face and say something lacking taste.
It's still there
when I let my emotions convince me to act in haste.
It's still there
when I leave the house with my clothes wrinkled and my shoes unlaced.
It all makes me one hell of a woman
My uniqueness can not be replaced
I see the beauty in this journey,
the freedom in focusing on the present.
The infinite possibilities hidden in words like identity
It's all coming together slowly,
finally.
I'm learning there could be more to me.
I am
who I choose to be.
I should've known never to doubt myself.
On nights when my heart would turn,
I would have whispered be patient
love
To heal the burn of loneliness,
I would've given my self-kisses in the places I cannot forget I've been shoved.
To fill the holes yearning for another,
I would've fed myself scriptures and sent prayers to the powers above.
I needed time and space to learn,
permission to heal
and courage to be different.
I needed love,
the purest kind.
My kind.
