
we’re not
meant to be
color blind…
we’re meant to see
all this beauty,
all this texture,
all this life,
in every color,
and every kind
– butterflies rising
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we’re not
meant to be
color blind…
we’re meant to see
all this beauty,
all this texture,
all this life,
in every color,
and every kind
– butterflies rising
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i need Whitman for my infinity,
but a lil’ Drake can get me through
the temporary
– butterflies rising
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they all love
at such exhausting extremes,
suffocated or uninvested,
missing the place in between,
where love is trusted
but breathes
…inhale it fully, let it breathe
– butterflies rising
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the forgiveness
i owe isn’t to you…
it’s to myself.
for forgetting my worth.
for letting you unearth me
from these roots.
for letting you pull me
from my truth.
– butterflies rising
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the way
his voice sounds,
or the words he speaks…
i can just never decide what
pulls me in more
– butterflies rising
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he started to come closer,
and i said… don’t. just stay. me here. you there.
he said… so you don’t want to know me.
i said…
no, i do. let me know you. me here. you there.
not because i don’t want to know you,
but, so i can know you as you are.
so beautifully untouched by anything you think
you need to make yourself to be for me.
please. just be.
let me love you as you are.
– butterflies rising
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and there is too much good in you
for you to not let goodness be
who and what you are
– butterflies rising
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woman to woman,
may we allow each other
the freedom to explore
all of the depths and variations
of our own femininity
and not judge or condemn each other
for the layers and directions
of womanhood
we each choose to pass by or take on.
we will not all find and define ourselves
in the same way,
but as we find and define ourselves,
let us not stand in each other’s way.
– butterflies rising
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