“…your smile has been to war” ~Audre Lorde The Black Unicorn
A sophomore.
Grown (still growing).
Smarter.
Uncertain.
Learning.
Unlearning.
Pruning bad ties.
Making new bonds.
Reestablishing lost connections.
Checking off my goals one after the other.
Embracing my known identities.
Discovering parts of me I never knew existed.
Growing– again.
Loving.
Failing. Rising. Failing. And rising. Again.
Laughing.
Speaking up.
Finding balance.
Creating.
Having dreams even bigger than they used to be.
Learning which fights to tackle and which ones to walk away from.
Steadily [trying to] chase that “American dream”.
Diligently paying the price- longer nights and even longer days.
Blooming in ways my ancestors would be proud of.
Becoming the woman I’m destined to be.
Most of all happy.
