and i wonder what it means to
love myself unconditionally,
peeling off the layers of insecurities
i’ve learned to pile on.
of self-blame, fear, and pain
my thick hair sprouts
scars canvassed on yellow and brown.
when i look at my hands,
i see mommy, bah, ma mas, aunties, and uncles.
resistance etched in my palms.
february 25th, 2017 11:19pm | home, kitchen table