My ‘Seed’

As the seasons passed, I watched you grow. Finally, I understood what it meant to feel alive. Whenever I felt butterflies, it was you saying, “hi.” For months, I watched as you rested on my side. Though painful, I was happy you were keeping me aware you were alive. You blossomed into the most beautiful…

Breaking Free

A prisoner to myself The doubts I had Things I feared daily Stereotypes due to the color of my skin Judgement about what’s between my legs Negativity coming out mouths of the miserable Today I’m breaking free Moving anything or anyone in the way I won’t be stopped from being me -Her Final Entries