For The Broken

by Shenaia Lucas

he wanted to drink her like wine but forgot that she could drown him

you are not your insecurities you are the strength of the mountains and the wisdom of the rivers

rise, warrior you have come back from the dead scarred but stronger than before -grief is the process of being reborn

you have given enough time to pain the time for healing has begun

for i cannot control what i am made of but i can control how i love you. -the best parts of me are yours

they were born next to the finish line of this race and yet refuse to acknowledge the advantage they obtained with their first breath -white privilege