A Sunflower State of Mind
In my sunflower state of mind, there was peace, there was time and there was me.
The Licked Soul
“Closing her eyes and beginning to run her right fingers through the strings playing the tune of her soul, she softened.”
The Butterfly on My Neck
At age thirteen, it had grown almost to the size of my fist. / I began to resent it.
"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