Category Poetry

Your presence moves toward me with a quiet certainty, turning safe into something I feel rather than question.

My hair has always held the parts of me the world tried to rewrite —
the pride, the memory, the defiance, the softness.
Every strand is a reminder that my crown was never meant to be tamed.

There’s an ease between us, something sure in the way he approaches. I let the moment draw us in

Silence taught me survival, but it never felt like home.
This is the sound of my voice remembering its power.

The echoes of a girl who held storms she never should have been asked to weather.

There’s a moment when the layers fall away —
when the truth steps forward without apology,
and I finally meet myself without the performance.