Poems

I trust pain

Every day, we blindly trust in a lot of things. We trust that the force of gravity will keep our […]

These are not just marks.They are beauty on my bodythat might not be understood,that would have to fight for its

I wait, and wait, and waitas if time has decided to punish mefilling me with anticipation. And it builds insidefirst

Vulnerabilityno clothes to hide behind,just my skin covered with its history,its scars, and its convictions.My body being remindedof its earthly

I’m here,on my kneessoul wide openwaitingfor you to strip me off my controllayer by layeruntil I’m bare and freeuntil your

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