Everything I asked for
Photo by Fernando Torres on Unsplash
Sitting in a pool of blessings,
frigid from every obstacle I befriended,
every bee I let sting the landmarks on my skin,
the birthmarks with their birthright
to shine in the constellation of a melanin milk way,
I thank the universe for the chill on my spine
keeping me aware of all the beauty I have now that I used to cry for.
And I ask the universe that if I ever question whether destruction always precedes creation
that it can hold a mirror up to my face,
show me the cracks they call smile lines
and remind me that the shell I am in
has faced many lifetimes of crumbled empires,
that were rebuilt with willpower and a little sleep
and this one is no different.
About the Creator
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