soft magic

here we are,
black and in love with ourselves
and they spite us for it.

I don’t want to be less of me if that’s the only way I’ll get more of you.

blending in is fading out.

sir,
for nine months you too swam in mother blood.
tell me, how do you manage
to hate a woman with every bone in your body?

I am sorry we can’t pray away the ocean that parts us.

I am sorry,
home is far and
you’re hungry for it
and
the stubborn ocean won’t disappear

you are the answer to a prayer I was too proud to pray.

darling,
remember to run from men who promise you completion.
you are already whole.

the trouble is,
some of us are terribly tender
and god-awful at picking lovers!
and it can feel like we want love
more than it wants us.

Be yourself and never apologize for being someone you love.