People used to tell me that i had beautiful handstold me so often, in fact, that one day i started to believe them until i asked my photographer father, hey daddy could i be a hand modelto which he sa...
Because rain will wash away everything, if you let it.
My self-confidence can be measured out in teaspoons mixed into my poetry, and it still always tastes funny in my mouth.
I love youas much as the oceankisses the shoreno matter how many timesit is sent away.
And I know we live in different worlds, and we're always really busy, but in my dreams you spin around me so fast, I always wake up dizzy.So maybe one day you'll grow tired of the road and roll on bac...
Spoken word poetry is the art of performance poetry. I tell people it involves creating poetry that doesn't just want to sit on paper, that something about it demands it be heard out loud or witnessed...
My first spoken word poem, packed with all the wisdom of a 14-year-old, was about the injustice of being seen as unfeminine. The poem was very indignant, and mainly exaggerated, but the only spoken wo...
If I should have a daughter, instead of 'Mom,' she's gonna call me 'Point B,' because that way she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me. And I'm going to paint...
To me, having the courage to tell your own story goes hand in hand with having the curiosity and humility to listen to others' stories.
Maybe Love stays. Maybe Love can’t. Maybe Love shouldn’t.Love arrives exactly when Love is supposed to and Love leaves exactly when Love must.When Love arrives, say, Welcome. Make yourself comfortable...
I have seen the best of you, and the worst of you, and I choose both.
It is December, and nobody asked if I was ready.
There was no secret I did not tell him, there was no moment we did not share. We didn't grow up, we grew in; like ivy wrapping, molding each other into perfect yins and yangs
Hands learn. More than minds do.
If loving you means getting dirty, bring on the grime.
You can only fit so many words into a postcard.Only so many in a phone call.Only so many into space, before you forget that words are sometimes used for things other than filling emptiness.
It does not matter how long we have been kept in cages. It does not matter how strong your gravity is. We were always meant to fly.
Some nights, I wake up knowing he is anxious. He is across the world in another woman's arms and the years have spread us like dandelion seeds, sanding down the edges of our jigsaw parts that used to...
He will never marry her, the translator tells me, after we have been driving in the dark for a few minutes. Yes, I say, but he can love her.
Life will hit you hard in the face, wait for you to get back up just so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like...
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