"I'll never drive on that road again," she said,
as if it was the road who killed him
with her tempting curves
and shimmery guardrail waistband.
My feet have carried me for many miles
At times, quickly
At times, slowly
They have hurt and they have bled
And they carry me still
We are pretty –
Pretty pictures
Pushed to the side
Walking on glass
When I asked my dad if I could interview him about prison
we were on the couch in pajamas watching Law and Order: SVU
It’s pretty cold,
one of the girls say.
But what she doesn’t know
is that you’re all dolled up
just to slow dance with yourself
I refuse to obey the haunting words sinking into my skin
I love the way my thighs rub together while I walk the streets of Brooklyn
The way the love shows on these lumps
Shoulders strong enough to carry dreams
so please treat your body
like a friend
you don’t have to find it
beautiful
you don’t even have
to love it
Like many of us, I spent years getting angry at my body for not doing the things I wanted it to do, not being the things I wanted it to be. Things I had seen would gain me acceptance.
Read Morethis woman unseamed and split
you have a responsibility to honor
you must honor her wounds
you must honor her capacity for creation
you must honor her will to destruct
this is a woman's heart unfolding
My palms break my fall and separate
To make room for tiny pieces of gravel
that find a home in my hands,
I was raised to be still
to be silent
to play small
to be anything but what I am.
Until the day I began to raise myself
Empty
Heart
Broken vows Broken heart Broken promises
Yet also broken eggshells I no longer need to walk on