“Sex is not a map to me anymore I am more than my physical body.”

I love you I’m just trying not to wear my heart on my text messages.

We are survivors we glisten in the sun for all the nights I died alone I did not know another woman carried my song and it is beautiful now look what we have become.

We live in a society where I am a crazy bitch for going to any lengths to keep you away from me.

Writing spiteful poetry in a chapel I realized I have to love you no matter what you do.

I do not want my worth to be centered in men with fangs for teeth I do not deserve to be degraded in a leather seat my worth is powerful you will never take that away from me.

Can anybody hear me? Are my words going to waste I need to believe there was a purpose to all the pain?

I fought my way through plastic men the woman in me learned how to show her teeth no matter how fucking unladylike they say it makes me.

I imagine poetry to be a living entity in me.

It may have been mad love but at least it made me taste something even if it was blood.

I believe the ashes of my past life were stepping stones to becoming free.

I wish I could drink my troubles away but I can’t even do that right.

Why do you call me only so you can control me god I know you are lying but remorse sounds so good in your throat?

Ana gets fed off compliments I’m only as sick as my secrets.

With all your words of glass, I felt the wedding dress rip If I don’t want to give you the satisfaction of seeing me cry why should I want to give you the rest of my life?

A woman of integrity I swallow stones I used to throw grace was daunting until I surrendered then everything changed a woman was made.

Spilling coffee-like tea on Sunday mornings with like-minded women is my favorite color of blooming.

In L.A., I’m twice the size – height and everything else – of most of the other actresses who are going for an audition.

Life – a spiritual pickle preserving the body from decay.

It’s possible to be all the parts of you that live in your heart, brain, and body. Not divided into containers. A giant messy wait of authenticity. Where you are all the things. All the time.

We ignore our feelings a lot, I realize. Many of us have to… until they really bite us in the butt.

As a teenager, I had big breasts for my age, and my friends cracked on me a lot.

Hate is always a clash between our spirit and someone else’s body.

A corpse is what’s left after waking too often.

Meditation is a vital way to purify and quiet the mind, thus rejuvenating the body.