Omw x3

Mashallah mashallah mashallah

I don’t like any of you and

Don’t touch me dont touch me dont touch

I don't want to speak yet

and

I don’t trust yet and

Yet I trust anyway and

Don’t look

But I look to survive

Yet I am

yet i have yes I have

Blinded and become the blinded

And all these things domination

And power

And subconscious

And coercion and

Influence and and and

And fuck the words, like usual

Because today i don’t 

feel like being clever

There was a hurt that

Compounded and became the dark

And Em said once about the darkness

That it wouldn’t stop

them from wanting to

Be somebody’s friend

All expansive or crawling out to reach

Am i that expansive? Not noble or godly

Just human with space to fit these worlds

If i’ve got a moment for this wound

I’ll lick it once and

Write a word

And let it go

then let it travel

Back to me

 

 

Then let time be my mother

A circle non linear

A spiral

A coil traveling down solar plexus

Milkyway to my navel springs back up to

Heart chamber where my

Valves feel everything

Eons before i do

Mashallah my body feels it first

Before I do

Soul remembers centuries ago

Whichever cosmic ancestral hurt

Shot down the line to 

Nest upon my shoulders, mashallah

Sit in my half doneness

I want to finish Emily’s necklace

Get rid of the post it note reminders on my wall

I am on my way, on my way