i dream of you yet i feel nothing but my own hand caressing back.
and i have to realize that, all things considered, it is fine
i love myself even though that statement is doubtful sometimes and i have to remind myself that this sea is dark and my body is the only boat i have
love is love and i am filled with it
words can exist without subjects and i am just as powerful as a phrase without a main clause
i do not need a second half when i am worth a whole damn religion—
i am my own god, my own prayer, and my own spirit
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I, Girl
Poetryi am my own god, my own spirit, my own prayer. -- a complete series of 44 poems concerning girlhood, dread, and catholic guilt.
