I’m learning to celebrate
Learning to take a compliment without turning my head and pretending not to hear
learning to admire confidence in menfolk without wanting to kick them in the shins
learning to hear “You’re beautiful” and believe it
learning that love isn’t weakness
and life isn’t bleakness
And sometimes freedom is a gilded cage
And birds might be wishing for the comforte of this age
Learning that a poem doesn’t have to rhyme
Learning that “I don’t know” isn’t a sign of ignorance
learning to embrace new friendships
not foresee the moment they crumble into dust
Learning to Spoon, to lie in bed that extra moment
learning that taking control is actually letting go.
That. Taking. Control. Is. Actually. Letting. Go
Look Mama, No Hands!!!
Am I even making sense?
This poem says that i shouldn’t care…so I won’t