Real talk: love and hugs and all the light

The picture below was my last genuine smile in many years.

Healing ❤️‍🩹 #poetry to myself may be traumatic to others. It’s below this trigger warning of #trauma. The main point I want to make is I didn’t have the same promises to myself anymore after that. Parts of me fractured & it took a lot to get her back.

I vow to my beloved Lauren , my friend & woman of light this.

I will continue to make every promise I made to her … the fierce, powerful, Goddess others were intimidated by & they dimmed my light. 💡 And it’s not from a place of revenge or spite. All is forgiven as they are deepest shadow of my divine womanhood light that exists. Within my soul that thinks mostly like a man. And is dominant … sometimes overly. She turned off most of her masculinity after in order to “stay in my place…” Still had a wonderful career but truth is I could have been a General …

But that was the night my battle buddies tried …

-1111

For the young women

Who fought for others, to live

fully unaware

- I honor you

fighting for free dom

Toxic masculinity

Smash Tiny Acorns

- You’re nuts if you think I’m intimidated

Living and dying

Many times, still I blaze on

Can’t kill my light

- eternal flame

Simply, Get Fecked!

Been the poor white trash

Smart but needed money. Right!

Flung into the sun

- teenage rebel

Nine syllables said

Military Sexual …

Trauma. PANIC SCREAMS

- Battle Buddies buried her

soul there

Retired, Madam

Who remembers who they were

Shattered, splintered, pricks

- Forgave every damn one 💜

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