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Alma Suave

Bricks

I watch myself throw bricks through my house

I break my own windows

Shards of glass pierce my skin

And blood stains my porch

I spent so much time trying to fortify it

When the enemy is inside of me 

Sometimes when I speak to myself

I spit bricks so heavy

They press on top of me

Threatening to bury me alive

Then I feel sick

It gets hard to breathe

And I ask myself

What would they say?

If they found me

Buried alive 

Beneath the weight of my own words

I just want to feel

The rhythm of my breath 

Moving

Tenderly through my lungs

-Samara Moore

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Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?’ Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

― Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of “A Course in Miracles”

the thing you are most
afraid to write.

write that.

Nayyirah Waheed (via shebreathesmusic)

The secrets of my heart

The secrets of my heart rise from my chest

And spill out of the corners of my mouth

Like a levee that was never broken

But just had no interest

In holding the water back

And it doesn’t betray me

I don’t mind being exposed

I have never found safety

In swimming

With my life jacket on

I have drowned in my own tides before

And survived

-Samara Moore

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I leave my door ajar

I leave my door ajar,

Willingly,

And I should close it,

But then I wouldn’t catch that glimpse of your shadow,

When you pass by,

From time to time,

So I leave it open,

But not all the way

-Samara Moore

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I still haven’t walked far enough

I still haven’t walked far enough

To erase from my eyes the memory

Of when he stuck his rifle in my face

And robbed me at gunpoint

And I forfeited it  

Laid it by my feet

But not without a fight

first

And it wasn’t because I was scared

I was armed

I wanted to keep it

But I surrendered it

And I walked

And left my heart where

My feet were

-Samara Moore

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When youth passes by my window

I want you to love me when youth passes by my window,

And sit with me when my bones are too tired to run,

Lay our love down brick by brick,

Watch the cement  dry,

And it will never matter that my breasts don’t stand up like they used to,

Or that lines hug my face when I smile,

We built this house,

And you will sit with me,

When youth passes by my window.

-Samara Moore

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Sunflower Crowns

I want to place sunflower crowns around her tresses,

And blow dandelion seeds her way,

Dance to the light of the sun my darling,

Let mama water you with love,

When did she learn to find shame in her curls?

And that her skin would be better a lighter shade?

At what point did she recognize her own flesh as the enemy?

Her fragile body a breathing battlefield for self loathing,

That wasn’t the bread that I fed her on,

I’ve spent my whole life trying to purge myself of that bread.

-Samara Moore

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Let us feed love and life to the next generation. Not hate.

Fruitful Love

I want a love that is fruitful,
A love that I can sink roots into and grow life,
An unwavering love,
That cannot be shaken by the strength of the winds,
Nor be moved by the changing tides of the seas,
A love that I can rest in.

-Samara Moore

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I didn’t know I was empty

I didn’t know I was empty until you called me to sit in the light of your glory and eat bread,

Hunger pangs of a starving spirit slowly subside,

Drink the water and you realize you’ve been thirsty all your life,

Hollowness just became your dwelling place,

Covering you like a blanket,

But I don’t rest there anymore,

I have been made full,

I don’t rest there anymore.

-Samara Moore

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