fronting: an undoing.

peeling off, peeling out, laying the dumb shit to the side.
seeing myself, wholly, in bright light
not allowing myself to be lost in the crevices between what he says, what she says
slipping through cracks that seem more like caverns
i am no longer willing to be held hostage by image or ego, whether mine or someone else’s
coming undone has never been so dope, and i love how it feels
i have started to embrace la loba within.
and for the first time, in a long time, i don’t feel the overwhelming urge to tattoo or pierce, to cut my hair or get my eyebrows waxed.
i’m fine how i am, where i am
because i’m meant to just do what i do
there’s nothing to stop me
no one to slow me down

the only one in the way of this is me. and i’ve decided to move on over.
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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. ms. bliss honeycomb
    Mar 24, 2009 @ 14:08:00

    :-D

    just wait til u hit 30.

    Reply

  2. strungtongues
    May 03, 2009 @ 00:21:50

    love it, love it, love it. and i relate. hugs to you, sister.

    Reply

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