Day What ever what have you... 23

The Women I love Continue to be my greatest inspiration

Booming voice
tinted eyes
A girl stands on a stage
with a voice she wished she owned
off it

She wont remember she was here
...hence the witnesses
Women like us
find ourselves
On stages
to realize
just how lost we are

Dearest sister,
(self)
Will you remember you were here
Will you remember where you have been
Will you remember;
Where you were going
and that you havent gotten there yet

An empty black stage
"no larger than a twin bed"
An empty
black space

and
a blinding beam of light
from where the universe grabbed her
spotlight
too close to see too far out of
too close to the sun and stars

and
a girl,
who cant see
who she is
where she is going
or where she has been

orbiting around what she thinks
is her own headspace
beaming with the emissions
of crashing light within her,

stands on a stage
stands in the middle of the universe
wondering why her audience
is starring so intently
at what she perceives to be nothing
but a vast amount of empty space

My dearest love,
you are so much more
than you know
indeed a bright and beaming
celestial body of this
and every universe

Day...it doesn't matter

it may not be finished,
but then again neither are we.
Sisters,
God borrowed one
and gave me seven.

We
keep writing poems about you
and the ways that you exist.
I loved you once,
as a reflection.

The most unrecognizable things about you
feel like home
Finding myself
is
getting lost
in foreign places.

Tiptoeing over a bed of nails
is soft
And flowers sting.
It is possible for beautiful things to hurt you.
But I am fearless,
even of trembling
and backing out,
call it inconsistent.

There is a trail to you
and I have paved it
with the ashes of women
who have tricked you
into thinking they were dead before,

that are called crazy
for teetering the way we do,
so fast we call it balance,
and you call it inconsistent

Try to curse us
with the voice we gave you
and we will tell you
"continue to speak for yourself"

I am you,
proven.

Its hard to run away from yourself,
the most complex part about it is
its simple
The sum
rises and falls with you

I saw the sun rise today
Inconsistent

Seven shades of beautiful
All the same
Never standing still
Always motionless

Stretching far past where she thinks herself into
Always wearing the same face
Never changing who she is

Wouldn’t recognize herself if you told her to
She is still questioning if she wants to
Or Why she should listen to you
Or why you are asking her to
as If you are not speaking to yourself

Standing upright
Chest out
Heart exposed
Livelihood fruitful
and growing,
Building like
viney roses,
My the petals on your eyes
and the stems holding a mirror to them

You reflect as a blind woman

With two voices,
with seven,
with one.

Always speaking to yourself
even when you don’t know you do,
even when you don’t mean to
**“...God ain't make no mistake when he put
a woman into your life”

The sun rose today
pretending she didn’t feel the extent of her rays,
And its glowing…
emitting fruitfulness on earth that is her

Looks at herself with an awe that turns into
forgetfulness.
Even mistakes herself
for a man some days
and then pretends she isn’t one.

The son rose today,
and unsurprisingly,
she is calling herself
a woman.
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that is a-whole-nother
poem
both literally and (ever way it can be) figuratively
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