

Before my whole being gives up the fight Before my arms grow weary of holding you Before my ears find your voice unknown to me
Hopeful that tomorrow would be better Holding on to the belief That broken can be mended Confident that we would mature We held on longer
I love you, but your response to my confession is scary. I love you, but what happens if it’s just a feeling, An infatuation mistaken
Being a giver, a fixer I struggled when they hurt, craved their okayness, And went out of my way to make them okay Tried to
Make it known unto him That I did in fact, love him That I did truly, want him And I did truly, choose him. Tell
I was a loner. From the beginning Ganeered strength to always walk alone That morning, my hairs stood, my heart rushed He was lurking behind
They desired the bread and onions in Egypt I keep going back for the love and attention Forgetting the slavery and bondage for years I
My dear daughter, you’ve said your part. I’ll tell mine. Believing me or not is your choice. I loved your mother, like I’ve never loved
I do not have the strength, To wrestle for space; In anyone’s heart, anyone’s mind, If you want to leave then so be it. I
One day I decided to draw myself, All I needed was a white paper and crayons. I laboriously doodled, Despite my shaky hands. As shapes