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  i’m tired of buying products and services

  that don’t make me feel any better

  - empty promises

  i don’t care about perfection

  i’d rather roll deep

  in the messiness of life

  we think we are lost

  while our fuller

  found and complete selves

  are somewhere in the future

  we get on our hands and knees

  thinking self-improvement will

  help us reach them

  but this finding ourselves bullshit

  is never going to end

  i’m tired of putting off living until

  i have more information on who i am

  i’m a new person every month

  always becoming and unbecoming

  only to become again

  our fuller selves are not off in the future

  they’re right here

  in the only moment that exists

  i don’t need fixing

  i will be searching for answers my whole life

  not because i’m a half-formed thing

  but because i’m brilliant enough to keep growing

  everything necessary to live a vivid life

  already exists in me

  - i am complete simply because i am imperfect

  productivity is not how much

  work i do in a day

  but how well i balance

  what i need to stay healthy

  - being productive is knowing when to rest

  i have to honor my mind and body

  if i want to sustain this journey

  - life

  no one is qualified to decide your worth

  you wake up and live your life every day

  yours is the only opinion of you

  that matters

  little poet

  it seems like the more words you write

  the more you think

  it is you writing them

  why do you think you’re in control

  didn’t the words come spilling

  out of you the first time

  pouring without permission

  and now you’re trying to

  make them work for you

  but magic doesn’t move like that

  your rushing is

  suffocating the masterpieces

  baking inside you

  your job is to

  show up for the process

  be patient and when it’s time

  the universe will use you again

  - inspiration

  if you tried

  and didn’t end up

  where you wanted to go

  that’s still progress

  quiet down i begged my mind

  your overthinking is

  robbing us of joy

  not everything you do has

  to be self-improving

  you are not a machine

  you are a person

  without rest

  your work can never be full

  without play

  your mind can never be nourished

  - balance

  play is when we escape time

  if you want to be creative

  you need to learn how to

  do stuff that has no purpose

  art isn’t made by

  working all the time

  first you’ve got to

  go out and live

  - the art will come

  get out of your own way

  get out of your own way

  get out of your own way

  i’m done trying to

  prove myself

  to myself

  i became confident

  once i decided that having fun

  was far more important than

  my fear of looking silly

  - dancing in public

  we’ve worked so hard

  to be here

  we can afford to

  slow down and enjoy the view

  i’m waking up

  from the longest night of my life

  it’s been years since i’ve seen the sun

  - awakening

  you can’t quiet a woman who was born muzzled

  i fell from the mouth of my mother’s legs

  into the palms of this world

  with god herself raging in me

  - birth

  i paid in blood to be here. i paid with a childhood littered with bigger monsters than you. i’ve been beaten into a silence more times than i’ve been embraced on this earth. you haven’t seen what i’ve seen. my rock bottom went so deep i’m pretty sure it was hell. i spent a decade climbing out of it. my hands blistered. my feet swelled. my mind said i can’t take it anymore. i told my mind you better get yourself together. we came here for joy. and we are going to feel all of it. i’ve been hunted. killed. and walked back to earth. i snapped the neck off every beast that thought it could. and you want to take my seat. the one i built with the story of my life. honey. you won’t fit. i juggle clowns like you. i pick my teeth with fools like you for fun. i have played and slept and danced with bigger devils.

  on days you can’t hear yourself

  slow down to

  let your mind and body

  catch up to each other

  - stillness

  what a relief

  to discover that

  the aches i thought

  were mine alone

  are also felt by

  so many others

  my body renews itself in waves of ocean and blood

  i have a very complicated relationship

  with the country i was born in

  our men were

  slaughtered in those streets

  our women were raped

  while thousands were tortured

  and disappeared by police

  the indian state denies what they did

  but no amount of yoga or bollywood

  can make us forget the

  sikh genocide they orchestrated

  - never forget 1984

  i will never be quiet

  about the way my

  people resisted

  so i could be free

  our wounds are the reason

  i started writing poetry

  every word

  i’ve ever written was to

  lead us back into our arms

  they could take away

  everything we have

  and we’d conjure this

  beautiful life up all over again

  with the bones in our backs

  building an empire

  from the ground up

  is exactly what we’re good at

  ours must be

  a politic of revolution

  freedom can’t exist

  until the most disadvantaged are free

  don’t sleep on

  the doormat of your potential

  waiting for things to happen

  when you could be

  the thing that happens

  you are one person

  but when you move

  an entire community

  walks through you

  - you go nowhere alone

  by virtue of living

  in a racist world

  nonblack people are

  raised to be antiblack

  we are all taught that

  lighter is better

  - undoin
g

  your voice

  is your sovereignty

  - free

  you look tired he says

  i turn to him and say

  yeah i’m exhausted

  i’ve been fighting misogyny for decades

  how else do you expect me to look

  no one on this planet

  is in more denial

  than the white man

  who regardless of all

  the evidence in front of him

  still thinks racism and sexism

  and all the world’s pain don’t exist

  the world is changing

  can you feel it

  undressing itself and slipping into

  something uncomfortable

  and more just

  - waves

  i’m not interested

  in a feminism that thinks

  simply placing women at the top

  of oppressive systems is progress

  - not your convenient figurehead

  the future

  world of our dreams

  can’t be built on the

  corruptions of the past

  - tear it down

  today i saw myself for the first time

  when i dusted off

  the mirror of my mind

  and the woman looking back

  took my breath away

  who was this beautiful beastling

  this extra-celestial earthling

  i touched my face and my reflection

  touched the woman of my dreams

  all her gorgeous smirking back at me

  my knees surrendered to the earth

  as i wept and sighed at how

  i’d gone my whole life

  being myself

  but not seeing myself

  spent decades living inside my body

  never left it once

  yet managed to miss all its miracles

  isn’t it funny how you can

  occupy a space without

  being in touch with it

  how it took so long for me

  to open the eyes of my eyes

  embrace the heart of my heart

  kiss the soles of my swollen feet

  and hear them whisper

  thank you

  thank you

  thank you

  for noticing

  you have everything to gain

  from believing in yourself

  yet you spend all your time with self-doubt

  there is a conversation

  happening inside you

  pay deep attention

  to what your inner world

  is saying

  i stopped resisting

  the unpleasant feelings

  and accepted that happiness

  has nothing to do with

  feeling good all the time

  - balance

  it’s easy to love

  the nice things about ourselves

  but true self-love is

  embracing the difficult parts

  that live in all of us

  - acceptance

  can you hear the women who came before me

  five hundred thousand voices

  ringing through my neck

  as if this were all a stage built for them

  i can’t tell which parts of me are me

  and which parts are them

  can you see them taking over my spirit

  shaking out of my limbs

  to do everything

  they couldn’t do

  when they were alive

  i dive into the well of my body

  and end up in another world

  everything i need

  already exists in me

  there’s no need

  to look anywhere else

  - home

  oh but the pussy is brave

  lest we forget

  how much pain

  the pussy can take

  how much pleasure it delivers

  unto itself and others

  remember

  how it spit you out

  without a flinch

  now here you are

  using the word pussy

  like an insult

  when you’re not even

  strong enough to be one

  live loud and proud like you deserve

  and reject their bullshit definition

  of what a woman should look like

  women have been starved of space for so long

  when one of us finally

  makes it into the arena

  we get scared that another woman

  will take our spot

  but space doesn’t work like that

  look at all the men in the arena getting stronger

  as their numbers multiply

  more women in the arena means

  more room for all of us to rise

  - stronger together

  i am not interested in a feminism

  that excludes trans women

  he says you’re opinionated

  as if it’s an insult

  to have ideas so big

  he chokes on the size of them

  - never be quiet

  look for the women in the room

  who have less space than you

  listen

  hear them

  and act on what they’re saying

  -amplify indigenous. trans. black. brown. women of color voices.

  why escape yourself

  when you are so beautiful

  get closer to your shine

  on days i could not move

  it was women

  who came to water my feet

  until i was strong enough

  to stand

  it was women

  who nourished me

  back to life

  - sisters

  make it a point

  to love yourself

  as fiercely as you do other people

  - commitment

  it shouldn’t affect anyone

  what we do with our bodies

  least of all those who haven’t

  walked a day in our shoes

  give me laugh lines and wrinkles

  i want proof of the jokes we shared

  engrave the lines into my face like

  the roots of a tree that grow deeper

  with each passing year

  i want sunspots as souvenirs

  for the beaches we laid on

  i want to look like i was

  never afraid to let the world

  take me by the hand

  and show me what it’s made of

  i want to leave this place knowing

  i did something with my body

  other than trying to

  make it look perfect

  i can’t take my eyes off of me

  now that i see myself

  i can’t take my mind off of me

  can’t believe the tricks

  my hands have been up to

  the sermons i spoke into existence

  the mountains i crushed

  with my fingers

  and the mountains i built

  from all the shit

  people tried to

  stone me to death with

  - warrior

  i often daydream about the woman i’ll be

  when i leave the rush of

  my insecure twenties
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  and pick up self-assurance on the way

  i can’t wait to make

  my eighteen-year-old self jealous

  of the hell i raise

  roaring into my thirties and forties

  my soul becoming

  more potent with age

  at fifty i’ll sit with

  my wrinkles and silver hair

  laughing about the adventures

  we’ve had together

  talking about the countless more

  in the decades ahead

  what a privilege it is

  to grow into the

  finest version of myself

  - aging

  be here

  in what needs to be done today

  - that’s how you honor tomorrow

  if the devil hadn’t

  pushed you into a corner

  and forced you to break its neck

  how would you have known

  you were this strong

  there are miracles in me

  waiting their turn to happen

  i am never giving up on myself

  you do not belong to the future or the past

  - you belong right here

  get loud

  say what you need to say

  it feels good to reclaim your life

  the way we rise

  from every sorrow in life

  is the most gorgeous thing i’ve seen

  you are a soul. a world. a portal. a spirit. you are never alone. you are organs and blood and flesh and muscle. a colony of miracles weaving into each other.