Poetry has been my life for as long as I can remember. It's the only other thing besides my daughter that makes sense to me most days.
Stay Or Go (final draft)
My chest feels pressured under water It's like even my body knows that it needs the land to survive The solid ground to hold it down
If I woke the sleeping lion
I blame my anxiety Fear I was meant to hold you down Presume order But the problem with that is you start to find comfort in order and are no longer seeing fear by itself
You are the stars
People always assume the stars live in the galaxy But what if that's not the case What if the galaxy captured them, told them "whoever shines the brightest will get set free"
My history was passed down from my granny and her mom before her like whispers at your bed My history was woven in my head like the cornroles I had to tighten up with a scarf before I rest
Lifting Her Up
Your patterns are as obvious as the looks on your faces I doubt you as much as you doubt yourself and if you know anything about yourself then you know that's a lot