Poetry

waves

wavy like the moon
I make you ride the earth’s plates

forces waving hello
leaving goodbyes from under my feet
I sink deeper as she pulls back, dragging the ground beneath me
But my feet stay firmly planted though

the winds dare shake me, attempting to brush over my thick skin
The final masterpiece showcasing a blank canvas and missing the point of absolute destruction
they barely kiss the atmosphere in which I am breathing
but my chest never caves in

My chest pushes out with pride
I remain satisfied with my stance,
both feet firmly planted

I take on this newfound power and ride with it
I rolled until I crashed onto different shores, caressing new lands until I learned each callus and each crack, hole and misfigure
I figure one day I will fill each void
my droplets seeping to the very bottom comforting the grains above me
keeping them grounded in the land I planted myself in

I am rooted in my surroundings under the circumstance that I will continue to grow through every living thing

You cannot escape my oxygen
you are breathing in my words, messages rushing through each artery
soon turning into muscle memory

Can you feel your blood warming up?

You now know what I know
another capacity achieved while your brain is retaining the way that I speak
the frequency of my voice rocking the waters of your mind

They say waves don’t die
and neither will I

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Poetry

enough

Curves full of body and soul,
are your hands whole enough to hold her?

Are they strong enough to not let her slip through the cracks of your fingers?
Do you see how much she carries between them?
How much power she holds in just the spaces?

She leaves them open
for you

But are your hands ready?
Are you willing to have knuckles crack at the expense of freedom,
willing to get your fingernails dirty,
willing to risk breaking bones
Are you willing?

Are you enough?

Are your hands delicate enough to cradle her heart
letting it pulse in your palms
transferring energy through your fingertips

Can you feel her pain?

Can you feel the number of times it has broken before you
its tears still in the process of healing
can you feel them too?
its beat emulating the syllables of lies she has heard before you
following a basic algorithm

Are you the one to solve this calculation?

Are you smart enough to decode her locks?

Maybe you can unlock her walls
revealing the bareness of something real

But will she let you?

Unknowing of the weight of it all
are you ready to catch her when she falls?

Are your hands bold enough to hold her back when she wants to chase danger?

What if she wanted to chase you?

What if she wanted to keep chasing you into tomorrow,
making each tomorrow better
so it feels like you’re forever living
today

Do you still want to hold her then?

What if forever is not enough for her
what if she wanted yesterday

So how about now?

Will you still be there to hold her tomorrow?

If she brings a tsunami will you offer your hand
or do you watch her drown in her own faults

But what if she brings the sun?
Do you hide yourself from chances at burning
or embrace her radiance

Endless possibilities with predictable reason
her energy fed with passion unlike another

Can you handle it?

She will always be more,
never empty
a continuous refill of might

A woman with such power holds the nerve
has the audacity to make a man question if he is
enough
to hold
her

This power held not with her words
nor actions
but with a simple glare
that gleam in her eyes that asks,

Are you scared yet?
Are you enough?
Are you love?

But are you man enough
to let her know,

You are
You are not
You

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Poetry

in her shoes

I dare you to walk a day in my shoes

Actually

Walking in my shoes is an understatement as I
strut with seismic powers
I tremble the ground you stand on
I rattle your senses
I crumble your expectations of what a woman should look like
what a woman should be

The slightest of my footsteps exude grandeur
their soundwaves have the ability to reach the most open of fields
producing decibels that shatter your eardrums
I want you to hear me roar

I am constantly on the prowl
each move more calculated than my last
this climb as exhilarating as ever
I can the see light of my goals ready to highlight my existence
the feeling almost ethereal
the ecstacy of the rush uplifting me
I feel myself rising

At only 5 feet tall
I have experienced the forefront of cosmic heights
felt the depths of the soil
and although I know the infinite capacities of the galaxies
I still slip on my 6 inch heels to gaze at the stars

I am boundless to the world
the stars pixelating within the shimmer of my eyes
they foreshadow the vastness of my future
so I ride the waves of the universe
its lengths carrying me through life’s hills and valleys
these landscapes as intimate as the second time around
my first time coming was a mapless scavenger hunt

With the mastery of cartography within my grasp
I will no longer be lost
I have coloured in the places I have touched
and marked those I have yet to visit
my navigation skills at their peak
sun peeking over the horizon
illuminating the lands I will one day conquer

So don’t tell me I’m too small
because these size 5 heels are a big space to fill

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