Recognizing Privilege

I think of how lucky I am just to being me

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I didn’t ask to be born but

I won the genetic lottery

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I don’t have to do much

just a little mascara, maybe some blush and now

it looks like I’m made of pixie dust

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I truly am blessed to be born in the skin I am in

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Magic Toes

Baby murmers,

Baby clicks…

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Sounds of magic in human flesh form.

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This is the life never chose to be born.

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Trembling limbs, finding their worth.

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Growing each day, more after birth.

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Thanks for reading 💜 Glitterfly Jessa

Guilt-Free 

When I spend too long waiting, 

I lose inspiration. 

Too many thoughts flow all at once. 

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Poetry is like sex to me

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First thing in the morning,

before I have time to fire up my brain,

I like to fire up my heart. 

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I use my heart to control my body. 

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I can feel my fingers tingling 

with sweet sensation

of foreplay…

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Waiting,

to be used. 

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The less I think about what to do

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the easier, better and more natural it is. 

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I find comfort in being alone in my head,

first thing in the morning especially;

It allows me time to do what I love-

Guilt Free

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Awareness (Living Closer)

It’s interesting that now the more I am in your presence, 

the more anxiety I feel. 

It’s as if I now have more opportunity,

to fail. 

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Living with you is a delight and a frieght,

for I sit at home and dream of ways to be ‘right’…

to be more perfect for you;

but you never asked me to change, 

did you?

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So all this anxiety and fear in my head

comes upon me

because of my own

negative disposition

to self assessment. 

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Foreign Thoughts

I just experienced the strangest thought…

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not strange, I suppose not.

but it was a foreign thought.

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I thought to myself as I wrote down some prose

~maybe I should edit or censor myself

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But No. 

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then who would I be?

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Except an ungenuine poet 

unraveling at the seams. 

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❤ Glitterfly Jessa

Free Flow Thoughts- Grow caterpillar, grow

I don’t know where to begin,

feeling lost- uncomfortable in my own skin.

Sitting back and analyzing,

unable to find where I de-railed.

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If I can’t find where I de-railed

how can I expect to re-rail?

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…but do we have to start where we left off?

is it not possible,

to create and de-rail

at any time-

unbennounced to the world?

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There is a hiatus,

a learning curve,

a gap

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between what I was

and what I am yet to be.

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I am like a fetus in the womb-

the start of something unknown

for many years after their arrival.

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No longer an egg,

a sperm,

or an idea

but becoming…

becoming of their own self, 

before knowledge of self.

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I am like a larvae in a cocoon…

past the pain of being a caterpillar-

growing past the pains of being alive

and releasing the fears rooted in survival

and giving it up to the universe.

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I know I will emerge as I should.

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In these moments of lapse,

in this hiatus of time,

something magical is brewing…

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on the edge of

what everyone knew me to be,

what they think I will be,

and what I will become.

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There is a shift in the tides.

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Waiting,

unleashing,

resurrecting

all past,

present,

and future

aliases

of the same

me

 

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