A Sunflower State of Mind
In my sunflower state of mind, there was peace, there was time and there was me.
Punishment
Dissected, chopped and carved, like a butcher’s plaything / I am repeatedly punished everywhere I reside.
Blooming in the Dark
To all the others like me stumbling bravely on this dark road, I’ll think of you.
"I need to see my own beauty and to continue to be reminded that I am enough, that I am worthy of love without effort, that I am beautiful, that the texture of my hair and that the shape of my curves, the size of my lips, the color of my skin, and the feelings that I have are all worthy and okay."
— Tracee Ellis Ross