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Things I Pretend to Understand in 3 Parts

April 1, 2019

What is 3am but tap water and salt
and things we wish we had?
What is love but something that comes easy,
and often refuses to leave?
What is the sun but something that burns and belongs to all of us and no one?
What is rain but blood of the sky?
What is God but ashes and a pleading for something no one understands?
What is time but something to be spent alongside someone that makes you smile?

What makes a woman?
The way she walks,
Like she carries the weight of the world
And it is easy.
Or the way she talks,
Like she is fighting a war,
Every word on her tongue
A battle to be heard.
Or the way she learns
From mother, or grandmother, or aunt or sister,
She learns the best way to live and keep living
While in a world that thinks her so small.

I am made of tap water and salt and things I wish I had,
You can learn me easy, but I burn and belong to no one.
I am blood of the sky and ashes
And best smiling.
The soles of my feet are buried in the ground
For the weight of what I am holding,
I scream and fight a war
In my throat,
There is blood on my hands.
I wish to tell you
You cannot fix me.
That what you think to be damage,
Is a part of me,
Trust it is not a part of me I love,
But I cannot separate it from what makes me human and lovely.
Oh so lovely.


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