you are allowed to be lovely
and important,
to speak up, and out, and convicted
from the same mouth that tends
to love and cradles lilies
it’s stunning when you let
why you’re here spill out of you
– butterflies rising
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we cannot curse the sky
if we stay and break bread
with boys
and their troubles
while men full of mountains and moons
are waiting with stories of
how far they’ve come
– butterflies rising
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i hope you know
you matter now
chosen by no one
belonging to yourself
i hope you go on
living in skin untouched by anything that your
sovereignty did not bless into your existence
and breathing air that holds no can’ts
and carries no words
of how a woman
should or should not be
– choices
– butterflies rising
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let a woman
have her own worth.
let her value be found in who she is.
not in who she is to a man.
not in who she is to whom she supports,
or serves, or takes care of, or carries weight for.
not who she is in the context of anyone else’s story.
just who she is. as she is.
bare,
alone,
unburdened,
beautiful,
and worthy.
– butterflies rising
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what if this chaos in us is beautiful…
and we don’t have to sort it out.
– butterflies rising
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let yourself just
feel for a moment.
head quiet.
heart,
however… wherever… all over.
then maybe you could see what i see…
how this chaos in us is beautiful.
and how we don’t have to sort it out.
if you want, we could tell each other everything,
but we could also say nothing,
and let this be enough. because just this,
it’s everything.
and just you…
it’s more than enough.
– butterflies rising
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i don’t know why it is, but…
you feel like home,
and everywhere i’ve never been,
all at once.
it doesn’t make sense…
or maybe it does?
maybe love is the safest place you could ever be,
and every new and undiscovered place
you have yet to go,
all at the same time.
yeah…
i think that’s perfectly how it’s
supposed to feel.
– butterflies rising
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i am allowed to have my own worth.
to find my value in who i am.
not in who i am to a man.
not in who i am to whom i support, or serve,
or take care of, or carry weight for.
not who i am in the context of
anyone else’s story.
just who i am, as i am…
bare, alone, unburdened, beautiful, and worthy.
– butterflies rising
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passion.
and vulnerability.
fire and wild and art and love
and sugar and soul.
a pull towards the stars;
an ache to be more free…
to feel. so. alive.
with a need to feel things deeper
and sweeter and closer,
and a heart that changes shape
when something moves you.
it’s all so beautiful.
so let go of the ways this
world says you’re supposed to be
and feel all of the ways
that your soul is.
– butterflies rising
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