My body is not an assignment.
I am not a project
Or a crossword puzzle.
I do not need solving
I will not make another to do list,
Or a group of rules to live by.
There is no room for numbers alongside my name;
I cannot be an equation.
I am a raging fire,
The swelling tide,
The burning sun,
The autumn air.
I learned to chase myself instead.
And it was from the earth. The sky.
|—||it’s been a year, by Emily Kei ( @ohemilykei)|