Wild Girls Like Us Will Not Be Tamed. {poetry}
They say, “Stay quiet, silly girls,”
and we say, “Fuck you,”
with a smile of course,
and when the anger subsides,
the weapon of love annihilates all...
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A Love Note to Fear. {poetry}
I thank you, my fear.
Without your guidance
I would never know what it’s like to rise from the burning ashes
The fire I thought would surely destroy me.
The Eyes of Your Soul Know the Way Home.
You gather the few respectable garments worth keeping, and crawl back home, bloody, tattered, brokenhearted. Picking up pieces of you along the way.