This poem is called she is...
The reason why I think different,
the reason why I've been making grown decisions the reason why I sleep better at night,
the reason why I fight to make a difference
I love different, I want to be loved different
I touch different, I want to be touched different
all the energy around me I can feel it shifting
my actions and others around me I pay attention
It's okay yeah it's okay now, I can breathe now
I'm in tune with reality I don't have to hold my head down
it's happening again my happiness it's becoming real now
I smell different, those trees don't look the same
that breeze don't blow the same
i can see people changing on me but I refuse to ask why
I just remain in my Lane
I laughed different, I don't cry the same
i laugh now with no intentions to cry later
I'm staying sane, romance feels at faint
but there's no panic,
I am the POA, I am The advocate, I am the queen,
I am the goddess, I am honest, I know I am capable, I'm done being modest
I've been tired for so long now it's time to be active, that text don't read the same when your thoughts aren't at collision no more,
even when I get up and do nothing is nowhere a demon can play anymore
Every breath of me every word I speak is a Melody My touch is gold, I am a blessing and a curse to the unknown
what's between my legs have no comparison to what's in between my chest, beating
my heart is my necessity,
meaning it's necessary for me to feel obligated to obtain what's healthy for me,
so I can continue to lead my man child,
I am no longer afraid and she's the reason.
©porsha..
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