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good times will come
the bad times ain’t done
I anticipate it all — whilst staring at the Sun
everyday, I’m possible of all of the things just breathing brings
for now, I’m held captive by doubt
a million scorching pins dance in formation to Afro Beats
across the entire landscape of me
this army of tiny foot soldiers wage war across all my war torn edges
as I climb another mountain — prickly heat sears and suffocates my skin every single time it has the audacity to try and breathe in
I’ll exhale stars throughout short nights after the longest days
when all my nerves have been exposed and frayed, I ache to feel unafraid
but I’m so delirious I almost forget my own name
good times will come
the bad times ain’t done
I anticipate it all — whilst staring at the Sun
I drip, not with diamonds but sweat that looks like escaped teardrops
I close my eyes, pray I don’t compromise my self love
this all of me is quite enough
this summertime my garden will grow mango trees
grounded provision of nourishment and shade
my roots give me…
