Perhaps,
we should love ourselves
so fiercely,
that when others see us
they know exactly
how it should be.
~ Rudy Francisco ~
Perhaps,
if we loved each other
so fiercely,
when others see us,
they believe exactly
how it could be done.
~ ~
ngl. I burst out in tears at the
thought of stepping back
into everything today /
tomorrow. stepping back
into spaces where practicing
consent and boundaries
feels so overwhelming.
stepping back into the less
visible work, the care work,
the after-care work the work
that isn't glorified and sexy.
stepping back into naming
the quiet part out loud,
rooted in hope that people
genuinely want something
more well and more whole
than all of this. rooted in
anger of the violence many
have inherited. stepping
back into feeling like people
only value me for
unwavering strength, like my
vulnerability and humanity
are often afterthoughts.
this last week I practiced
stepping in. stepping into a
partnership with someone
who lives their values,
beyond the chants beyond
the marches. stepping into
being perceived through the
lens of radical love. stepping
into every day care, nature's
shades of green, and birds
who warn each other of
storms ahead. stepping into
softness, into the reason
why I keep stepping back in.
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