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A Woman in Her 20s
I am a woman in her twenties My body is constantly changing I thought everything would plateau But my figure keeps rearranging I watch as my size fluctuates I’ll wear the same dress But different features it accentuates Looking at my reflection, I dissect every flaw My hips, my waist, my chest… I whisper affirmations for them all. A woman in her twenties should not be afraid Our bodies are unique Our bodies will constantly change I run my hands along my curves to embrace the lifelong journey of my ever-changing shape
Asymmetry
Beauty is asymmetric
I embrace my asymmetry
My ancestors showed through
Me
Not knowing myself
I’m not connected as one should be
But as I look at
The land, the sky, the sea
Puzzled I am
But I shall not question what I see
Run your fingers through Her hair
An Empty Seat at the Table (Seasonal poem)
Where does the Time Go?
The morning creeps, so if I blink, it almost doesn’t exist. What time will my alarm chime so I can have breakfast?
The sun often sets before I rise, and the daytime doesn’t exist. I’m lost in time’s abyss…
I could have sworn it was a quarter till noon. I must be out of tune.
The last time I checked, it was the beginning of the month, but now it’s halfway through.
The night often comes too soon. Where does the time go once it’s been consumed?
I gazed at my reflection and thought I saw the moon. I could not help but stop and stare,
“Goodness, what happened to you?”
Sunday Morning Breakfast
Your joy is airy as a waffle
sweet like Lemonade.
Your joy is wispy like the clouds.
Warm, like the end of May.
Your joy could always make me laugh,
The reason my smile radiates.
Your joy is why I’m cheerful this morning.
I’ll see you here again, right here.
Don’t be late.
A note of Advice
Fall in love with the sunset. Depend on the moon.
Be exquisite, be artistic, Don’t settle, Be moved
Be steady. Pick and choose
It is okay to lose. Second chances exist
People will inquire. It’s okay to refuse.
Contribute transfer supply
Never allow burning passion to die
If your tears trickle water the grass
You’ll see the power love has
Only the earth will know
The quantity of love will never show
It dives through layers of the earth
And through yourself
should you continue to search
Abundance strength vitality
Remember to Focus on what’s
within to master peace
Time to Unpack
Sometimes I feel you Woven into the fabric of timeless pieces in my collection.
In a suitcase under my bed. It still smells like when you and I were together.
I’ve been meaning to throw it away.
You’re also sung as tunes when I listen to certain songs, and I feel time slipping away.
How you loved to let time pass.
I-
was waiting for you.
Why does it feel like I listen to every sound to drown out my thoughts of you? I never thought about not having you. Until one day, I had to accept you were gone, and all of your things had to leave too.
Transparency Poem
A Bunch of Flowers
I’m fond of the fragrance of carnations.
I’ve found a fascination with fringe petals.
Why do flowers represent grief?
Is it because it hurts to hold a rose?
Maybe because Love takes more time to build
compared to how quickly it corrodes,
What would it take to grow?
What if we take things slow?
After all, you are my daisy. At times you drive me crazy.
But You keep my wheels steady when the rain is heavy.
You remind me that Sunflowers still grow under the moon.
I argue that they won’t continue to flourish in a dark room
You’ll often open the window to let in the light so my bunch of flowers can smile at the sight.
Lovey Dovey Poem
Love lived in a dimension for me
Like my father’s fists, it protected me.
Like an angel, it watched over me.
Like my grandmother, it prayed for me.
At times I wonder why I feel so broken.
Love painted the perfect image of you in my head.
After loving once, I fear I will never again,
Not in the same way.
Because it went so wrong, I could not have been right.
What is love?
I can no longer place it in the same category that creates light.
You’re my dove, I’ll set you free, but I’ll ask you one last time.
Please don’t fly away from me.
Love is Hard
Rain and shine the same
More energy into breaking bonds than transferring the thoughts
to redefine the meaning. My feelings are weaning.
It’s more of a wither. Changing like the weather.
Sunshine to rain. Rain to sun rays.
When Feelings rain, they shine the same.
Through thick thunderclouds.
The rain pours down.
We need the cleanse to revive. I am free and alive.
So, let the sky rain constant love and consistent love.
Until the world is full of love and it radiates.
Mysteriously evaporates, inevitably condensates,
then precipitates once more.
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K E Garland says
These are creative, Tay! I like the one about being in your 20s. The sooner you/we learn as women to accept our changing bodies, the easier it will be when things more drastically change 😉
I also like the one with the waffle metaphor, mainly because I love waffles lol
Tayッ says
Yess!! I am happy you enjoyed reading! I appreciate it. Thank you 💗😊
Tha Professah says
Hey u got some magic to the writing, I’d be interested in talking to you about some issues of modern world with you to hear your perspective on them, peace P.
Carolyn Johnson says
Love the way talked about what you was dealing with it’s can help others girls that going through the same thing.
Tayッ says
Thank you for reading! I hope this reaches other girls who have similar struggles. I want to promote self-love because our hair is beautiful. 💛