When I see women that are fully formed, I smile in admiration.
not me though, I’m still finding pieces and bits of myself.
in clothes, hairstyles and flitting opinions of others.
when I see women that are grounded in who they have become
rooted in the originalities they’ve so chosen to embody themselves? I smile in laudation and perhaps,
expectation.
that one day I too will cease to float
assuming a thousand and one identities
just to fit in, just to exist.
Follow the channel.
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