Poetry

Inner-Stirrings of the Soul

My body is YEARNING for movement. Limbs so long, always cramped up In tight spaces From being in too-small places No one could ever understand the pain In all my years of hiding in shame From the teasing and torment... spiraling down in a mutation to SELF-LOATHING... And spending many years climbing back up Many… Continue reading Inner-Stirrings of the Soul

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Poetry

QUESTions

Darling, When are you going to Get that pressure and pain Up off your back? Why do you insist that it be there? When the Most High paves the way And the Ancestors guide you, Why do you choose to stray? And when will you stop running from yourself Running from your True, Highest Self… Continue reading QUESTions