I breathe to random strings of air
an undercurrent
I imagined folding a piece of paper, writing "(Name), I love you,
and this is my truth"
and I will have it offered to whoever that matters
My body, telling me stories
naming a pull
drinking in it all
performative or otherwise
I name it, my truth
including the grieve that is living in my body
I no longer want to live in a constructed oblivion
my prayers held close to my heart, regardless it being heard or not
my truth will always stay with me,
even if I'm misunderstood
even if I'm wounded
I will not retaliate, same as what we talked about the other day
I breathe to random strings of air
an undercurrent
buried in a hum, a buzz
I then started to sing
and move
freely
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