i am fierce, flawed,
fragile, fear-facing
and, above all, free.
a decolonized mind,
tearing down false refuges + unhooking from the iron yoke of twisted mores that decree how to love, learn, worship, succeed.
a liberated soul,
living into the sacred —
on spirit’s clock, wisdom’s rhythm + body’s intuition.
a rebel heart,
pumping joy through blue veins,
blood rich with resistance.
i am a miracle of my ancestors.
my breath is their legacy,
a continuation of their resilience,
a commitment to brave on
in any + every way
i magic.
tscottmiller 