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A Love Poem (About Body Image/Self Image) We grew up together, You and I, Intricately connected Through a trillion cells Loved and lovely childhood Blooming together into Awkward ugly ducklinghood…

Body – A Poem on Body Image/Self Image A four-letter curse Treated like a hearse Hated and excluded No wonder we’re wounded Scorned by humanity Temple of divinity Vessel of…

Love Growing up, we were taught that love was easy, A simple formula Like 2+2 = 4. Love was just something you did And people loved– well, quite easily! Love…

To See Me I want someone to see me No, not the outward me Not the one the whole world sees Not the me with an image and reputation Not…

I tell stories about you, my friend. “I once had a friend who ____”, or “a friend once said___”, or “once a friend and I _____”. Every time I say…

Let love be the gravity that pulls the chaos into order. Let love be the light giving sight to the entire system. Let love be the rootedness that binds our lives together.…

What is art but the unseen prophetic truths of the soul incarnated in some tangible way? What is art if it doesn’t stir the heart to accountability and action and…

You are born with a wound of darkness inside. It isn’t everything. It doesn’t blot out the light. But it will fester as life throws its hate at you, and…

They said I shouldn’t be wild-hearted
Because it meant I was uncontrollable.
They said I shouldn’t be wild-hearted
Because it scared them,
And they didn’t understand why–

it is the hardest thing to watch someone you love in destruction mode denying their inner anguish pasting band-aids on bleeding gashes that spread and spread their darkness until they’re…