i am in struggle.
without face-hugging bandanas.
i'm struggling to find my voice.
to define myself.
and love what i find, fiercely.
to clear my mind
keep my house clean.
this struggle will not define a people
or unite a nation.
it's just me trying to grow into myself.
a struggle to wean myself from apathy
and reject womb-damaging things
and broken hearts.
allowing time to indulge my fascination with the saints.
a fight to pray like i should
take my time
be easy on myself.
i aspire to define my addictions.
to court sensation, passion, fullness and adoration.
to flirt with lust.
a blissful battle.