the spell is broken
sleeping beauty awakens
she was her own prince
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May you break the spells of injustice for the benefit of all, dear reader.
This is why I wrote you poetry and sprinkled your chest with rose petals. This is why I kissed you in public. This is why I made time to meet your parents. This is why I listened. This is also why I left. As I learn to fill my own cup, I realize why it…
She loves her body and her breasts and delights in her own flesh and shares it with whomever is courageous enough to live their truth and stand by her in the Light.
One thing I know for sure is I am all done courting longing. What is mine is coming to me. What is not has fallen away. I bless this.
I don’t remember when it happened exactly, but it did. I was probably really young and impressionable at the time and I drank it in: The criticism and judgments of others, the conditional acceptance that comes with colonizing. I heard things like: Be like me and I’ll like you. Don’t be too much of…
I walked quietly through the gate and happened upon a mourning dove Alas, I scared her away She, wild creature waited warily but patiently until it was safe to return I, keeping my distance, wanting her to know I meant no harm and return she did!
Purple can be the color of mourning
And the color of the irises that I once planted in my mother’s garden.