And I find myself wanting
to be a little gurl again,
sucking in the airyness that was
my life.

Niceness in this flow. Gettin grown seems to bring weight with it and it gets harder and harder to shake.
When we learn how to let some of the burdens go we become more like the little girls still in us.
My babygirl brings it out of me - this poem did too.

Peace to you

_____________________________

divided
you wanna walk ahead of me
and the fact that you can't
is a thorn
now ain't it? ~Nathaniel


So it is better to speak/
remembering/we were never
meant to survive
Audre Lorde


Don't believe me/Keep