Today I woke up wanting to feel like water.
I asked the Lord to make me easy, to let it run through me, all the pain and all the anger and
all the love and all the joy.
Let it pass through me. Let me take the shape of whatever time I find myself in.
Let the old waters flow and let me never be the same again.
Amen
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Poetry''Everything you did to me, I remember. Mama, I made it out of your home alive, raised by the voices in my head. '' -Warsan Shire, Extreme girlhood
