I am brave.
And I am beautiful.
And I will not waver in my belief
that I am capable of making it
to the moon.
And back.
Or just to the moon.
Maybe.
I am brave.
And I am beautiful.
And I will not waver in my belief
that I am capable of making it
to the moon.
And back.
Or just to the moon.
Maybe.
Dear History,
You do not tell my heart what it knows.
I tell my heart what it knows.
I do not compare my story to others.
I do not play into stories of fear, or guilt, or shame.
I do not welcome your pre-made dysfunction into my time
or my space.
I want what I want, and I choose it.
With bravery. And without hesitation.
I have hushed my heart for the last time.
This time, I say: enough.
I am me.
I am free.
Pass me my joy pots,
and I will splash
all the world
with a bright
and shiny
day.