stream of consciousness, honestly

my brain is like 
warm sheets out of the laundry.
i want to engulf you, warm you,
mold with you.
— conversation

if i only had ten arms,
i would make all of your worries
turn into stone.
i would give up all of the woman in me
if that meant that your heart was at ease.

— the three of us

i’m swimming in sea urchins,
grasping at thorns, hoping i don’t bleed.
but i will always carry you on my back,
while you’re slicked with security and quiet.
— taking care of myself

heat doesn’t mask 
the detachment or the pain.
brushing out the kinks
won’t make your color disappear.

— straightening my natural hair

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