I am tired of this fishbowl.
You have a clear view of the world but you can’t touch it.
You’re born with opportunities even when you’re not handed any.
You hit one bump in the road and give up.
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Breathing in my Black Body in Birmingham, Alabama
(Picture courtesy of Salaam Green)
I am not confident, or an inspiration, or even brave simply because I have lost some weight. I get dressed in the dark and go to work with wrinkles in my clothes most days. In my previous home I decorated the whole living room with mirrors, mirrors over the fireplace, sofa, and such; however, in my small apartment, I haven’t looked in a mirror in months. I hate taking pictures even today and years ago I decided to not join the selfie craze because; I was too fat.
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Look at the sky
“It’s gray” you’ll say
Cloudy, I know,
but light still finds a way.
Why do you hide behind clouds of sadness
raining down your face,
letting the storm obscure your heart?
There’s more to you
than the pain you’re through
Just like the light that’s hidden away,
find your cracks to shine.
© Máh Lima
(Photo by Lionel Gustave on Unsplash)
Light pierces through my pupils
The seeds from which I see
I close my lids
And envision 20/20
A perfect picture
You and I
Like lens and eye
Like white and dye
Like blue and sky
Into the dusk.
Featured Image: Christopher Buzelli