today: a visual demonstration of my
all praises go to mother moon
who feeds me nourishment, nurturing
the power i slowly but surely realize
i don’t have plans, i have faith.
faith is like a melody in my head,
the beat i move to.
it is melancholy but i thrive to it.
at night i am vulnerable,
i am naked and i dance.
i carry darkness with me to prosperity.
June 10, 2017
Day 13 of my Ramadan fast