'I tried to love you. I tried with every breath I took, I tried with every ache of my lungs and every crack of my bones. I cut my skin and waited for the rivers of red to show me how to love you, I screamed until my heart tried to leap from my chest. But I couldn't love you, could I? For everytime I looked in your eyes, I saw everything I wanted, but I was dreaming of another.'
i am not yours.
i did not make the long hard journey through and across the spirit world
to
be a man’s ocean.
my body is not yours.
my mouth is not yours.
my water is not yours.
nothing i am belongs to you
unless i decide
to
open my hand
and
give it to you.
i did not make the long hard journey through and across the spirit world
to
be a man’s ocean.
my body is not yours.
my mouth is not yours.
my water is not yours.
nothing i am belongs to you
unless i decide
to
open my hand
and
give it to you.
“
| — | nayyirah waheed, “birthmarks” (via perfect) |
