I breathe you in
but you’re not oxygen;
You are what I want
not what I need.
I breathe you out
and choke a bit...
on the release
Learning to Love Myself Again
My hair wraps around itself tightly
curling like my hips curve out my body.
My nose sitting flat and pretty,
between my high cheekbones,
that match my aspirations.
Melanin deepens my skin and conversations.
My eyes brown like the leaves
that die just to become awakened…
I look in the mirror and see somebody