“Because true belonging only happens when we present our authentic, imperfect selves to the world, our sense of belonging can never be greater than our level of self-acceptance.” – Brené Brown
Through a maskshe speaks to allof authenticity.And I wonder,what does her tongue knowof mirrors?Can a muffled ear feeltruth that liesoutside its own skull?“Do you know? Can you feel?”No response parted her lips, buther rage was sweetbehind her self-crafted collection of masks…honest and violent.the wee notes…- this is my frankensteining of two poems (a cherita and a stitched blackout) I shared on Instagram. You can see the originals (which were posted about 3 months apart) here and here. The cherita was my response to an earlier prompt.- my muse and I have been organizing words (and procrastinating), so it’s likely that the rest of 2019 will bring more frankensteined pieces. And if we are very lucky the organizing (and editing and rewriting) will turn into a book for 2020. 🤞🏽- for Poets United Pantry of Poetry and Prose #4, Rommy’s first hosting (Welcome home, my “tea-adoring, music-appreciating, witchy-flavored, nerd extraordinaire” friend!).
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Friday, November 15, 2019
Behind Her Self-Crafted Collection of Masks…
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