I literally crave affection. It’s not about sex. I crave somebody to cuddle with me, and to lay their head on my lap. I crave kisses, holding hands and running my thumb across theirs. Just looking at someone and thinking “how did I get this lucky”.
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Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars.
I’m going to fall in love
With the way I burn my tongue
Every time I have a cup of coffee.
I’m going to comfort myself
When I get lonely at four AM.
I’m going to look at my collection of glass bottles
And think
“An interesting person must have gathered these.”
I am going to drive my mother to work,
I am going to speak to my father about my day,
And I am going to sit on swings by myself.
I will let myself feel,
I will be sensitive and emotional and irrational,
And all of the things I could never be with you.
And every time I talk too much
Or laugh too loud at a joke that wasn’t that funny,
I’m going to fall in love with myself again.
Raven Taylor - “How to Survive Being a Black Girl”
"And you are still pretty, for a black girl. Or ugly, for a white girl, and this does not help you sleep at night."
Performing at the 2014 National Poetry Slam. Subscribe to Button on YouTube!
Wing your eyeliner. Paint your nails black. Chin up. You got this. You fucking own this.
Words to young dark skin black girls
"Put down the bleach. Your skin is not dirt that needs to be cleaned out like yesterday’s shirt. You are comprised of sienna, chestnut, and warm mahogany. Dark as the night sky, constellations are tucked neatly underneath your bones. Your skin reminiscent of the hot chocolate that warms winter nights. Like rings around a tree stump, you too have history etched into your melanin. Don’t let the glaring whiteness, blind you from the beauty that you are. "
Another girl being pretty does not make me ugly,
Another girl being smart does not mean I’m not smart.
Another girl being liked does not mean I am unliked.
I am perfect and incredible just the way I am, and any other girl is perfect and incredible just the way she is.
Girl competition needs to stop, and self love needs to start.
People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.
~Elizabeth Gilbert
(Anjuvachis’ favorite quote)
Why are you stingy with yourselves? Why are you holding back? What are you saving for—for another time? There are no other times. There is only now. Right now.
your mother complains you are not tall enough.
your father worries you’re wilting away.
your friends say you look tired.
your boyfriend wishes you’d stretch
in all the places he likes holding onto.
i’d like to know. how the
empress inside your body.
the master of your soul.
i’d like to know. how
that storm they call
a woman. I’d like to know
how she’s feeling.

