Beguiling Box
This poem delves into the insecurities that people face when they imagine what their metaphorical “box” may have inside.
The Waves That Guided Me to Your Refuge
You are the Most Kind and Most Merciful, bountiful with forgiveness; Your Illuminating Light floated me back up towards the glimmer of shimmering sun rays peeking through…
"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