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Represented by orange The chakra of sexual magic And creativity And passion And intensity And desire Has a certain sensation or feeling Not simply lust Intertwined with love But more often that’s the heart chakra, just above. No this chakra, this region of the body, lets you know When you’re ready To create To bearContinue reading “The Sacral Chakra”

Could this be the year we’ve all been waiting for? The year where it’s okay to say, these things are not okay We recognize; we see. What has happened to us? First the virus that made time stop. Then the protests that moved us forward. Maybe we’ll finally catch up to where we could be,Continue reading “A purge of society’s ills”

Sinking into summer Wondering what autumn holds Feels like changes are coming forth In life, in purpose On some level Feel as if I’ve been carrying a child 9 months Emotionally And I’m about to deliver a newborn Idea Vision Worldview I can’t wait to meet you

Yes, it’s true. The writing has been healing for me. And I appreciate you saying that because There has been a lot that I’ve wanted and needed to write down And had been stopping myself. Regarding love I’ve been single now for a while So much so that it’s now more an identity than beingContinue reading “The Simple Things”

It’s a weird time To be in limbo Personally, in the world Privately, on my own As I age, I get clearer on who I am What I desire What I can contribute And what I want Friends have asked Do you want to marry Have kids The answers, of course, but not with justContinue reading “Solitude”

When you’re raised to speak your truth Protect those younger or smaller than you No matter the consequence You are leading When you know what to do Instantly And it doesn’t require much time to process You are intuitively Leading I struggle to maintain To not threaten by my mere presence To walk this lineContinue reading “Necessary leadership”

I didn’t mean to throw it away. It was symbolic for how I felt. Tossed aside. As if it meant absolutely nothing, when I think we both know that was not true. I could never throw you away. I could never “clap my hands” and be done with it Oh, if I could take thatContinue reading “Apology”

For Trayvon. A young man I met. Not the Trayvon who was senselessly murdered and whose killer walks free. A different child. He drew me a picture once. It was a bald eagle, in colors red, white and blue. In honor of 4th of July. He asked me to keep it. I told him IContinue reading “For Trayvon”

Grateful to you For your reminded me to be me I had forgotten I had spent a long time Pushing Trying Vying For love, favor, acceptance When all along All that mattered Was my acceptance of self And to be strong enough To articulate that And be it Even if I’m afraid Even if peopleContinue reading “I’ll always be”

She always wore bright pink lipstick At least whenever I saw her She would squeeze me tight and kiss me, either on the mouth or on the cheek To say hello, goodbye, or if she just couldn’t help herself. As she has gotten older, she remembers more of the past and less of the futureContinue reading “Grandma’s Pink Kisses”