OCTOBER

I hope this finds you well

For all the secrets and truths

I was afraid to tell

Allowing you to make me up

When I knew me so well

But I was passively hiding

From my own fairytale

Boot camp was pretty as hell

Palm trees and seashells

Until I heard the sound of the bell

& It broke my trance

I started tearing at the photographs

Of my heart across the world

I was missing my heart, my womb, and my gurl

So fcking dizzy

Life gave me a twirl

Stop pretending to play house

& Flew home to my world.

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