“I’ve never really been able to define love or explain love or experience a love that didn’t hurt.”

"but as my body grows, / so does my mind."

“But when the interview was long over and there was no longer any pressure on me to deliver a neat answer; when I was in bed tossing, turning, and poring over the minute details of my day; when I had seemingly all the time in the world as the night stretched before me, I still had trouble hitting the bullseye. Almost like I didn’t know myself — like there was a schism of the self.”

“I choose to share my beauty with those who cherish it and who won’t tarnish it. It’s not for the world to take what’s mine and feed it through a machine that creates plastic barbie dolls; slaves to an industry responsible for corrupting a generation of Kardashian wannabes.”

“This love I have for you is a pure one that I often struggle to express; with you, I struggle to be vulnerable, to dare greatly, and to trust that what I have to give is enough. It’s the pureness of a Mother’s love coded into my soul from the Divine Himself.”

This poem expresses the cycle of our lives; how innocent souls come to face the harsh and cruel world. They turn into monsters and the cycle carries on. But no matter how dark it gets, our souls will shine again one day.

For the many me's - who see in you, identity.

Placing the power to define your identity in the hands of others only makes you a prisoner to their definition.

I had a voice in me that kept telling me to go on… Was that God?

Feel empowered in your own skin.

In my sunflower state of mind, there was peace, there was time and there was me.

Dissected, chopped and carved, like a butcher’s plaything / I am repeatedly punished everywhere I reside.