i'm changing and rearrangingeverything that i thought
made me who i was.
i'm more than broken pieces
and unfinished ends.
i'm made of every single star
and i've got flowers in my lungs.
they're growing and so am i.
so i better make the most of this
before it's over.
i'll raise a glass to myself
and toast every person i ever was
and every me i've yet to be.
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Feminist Rage
PoetryA collection of poems about feminism, empowerment, and the power of change. (all poems are mine)