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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she’s learning to stop
bleeding herself out for others.
to stop. bleeding love. for those who
only drain her.
to let it all flow back to her…
to let all that love fill her own heart.
– 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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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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if i could help
every woman feel beautiful,
and teach every little girl how to love herself,
that would be my superpower.
– butterflies rising
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the way i used to bite down into your chest when it got to be a little too much… that’s how i had to chew you out of my heart when the hurt became too much.
– butterflies rising
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save
yourself
for people who
always treat you
in such a way
that lets you love
yourself
– butterflies rising
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and when
i write this out,
this isn’t to remember you…
it’s to take it away
from you,
i’ll take all these feelings i felt
and i’ll make art,
i’ll make something beautiful,
i’ll make something new
– the alchemy in poetry
– butterflies rising
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