this morning i got to
lead women in my fight song
during a poetry class. i said,
“poetry doesn’t have to be
pretty or polite or shiny.”
what poured out of them was so
raw beautiful honest.
i think sometimes (often)
i say to others what i
need
to say to
myself.
my dreams don’t have to be
pretty polite shiny.
today is the first day that i felt
turned on
by my
desires.
i used to not let myself dream. i was
too afraid they wouldn’t come true.
too proud to admit what they really were.
too strong to let them crack me open.
now i am learning to allow myself to
taste my deep yearning,
hear my voice resonating,
see my terrifying truth,
smell my ripening abundance,
feel my wetness for what is
coming.
nikiunleashed 