What is the most important thing to carry with you all the time?

I was going to be silly but seriously I think it’s just myself.

The world will tell you over and over again that in some ways you should curl, turn inwards and dislike yourself. I never have. I never will.

I’ve disliked the way the world has taught me to.

Anti blackness? Ableism? Etc ? Yea

When I was homeschooled, I adored me and I was completely unregistered to myself.

I was not…me in a conscious way. I just existed and that was enough.

Then in the world- commentary on how that person presented

So I searched within droplets of passing conversation for the “real me”

Im grateful eventually I put it down

Or perhaps it fell and I dropped it into a million pieces

Maybe the hell was self made internalization

I know that today. I just want me

I want to be me

I want to be whatever life created , and whatever I’ve cultivated.

So yea.

Me.

The real undefinable, me.