bringing with it
words i don't know how to write
only feel
we walked through
a familiar neighborhood in the dark,
i felt so safe,
and people call it dangerous.
before i came, everyone told me
to be safe
never go alone, never look up, never be without fear
but they should have warned me
of how i would fall so easily
for those faces
their arms brush past,
just like that breeze
all at once i'm home again
home again.
home.
3 comments:
Your poetry seems to do justice to all that it embraces. Very tender.
Remind me to talk to you sometime about "the strange."
So happy you are having such a life-changing experience. More to come.
Oh Kenz I hope your hydrated . Tears are tiring. Dont forget to bring home mexican Vanilla :)
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