“Broken Vase”

There are poems I’ve wanted to scrap off from this book,
I feel like I have let you see parts of me that I hate looking at
Parts of me I sometimes don’t want to be associated with
Parts of me I don’t want in my legacy
Parts I don’t want my child to know
The sad thing is, I’m a storyteller and, these are not just my stories.
These are your stories
Find yourself in them.

From the book:

“If you break my jaws
I’ll still speak with my eyes
If you kill these lines
The stories will still be told
If you crush my existence
I’ll still rise
If you scar my face
I’ll still rise and look beautiful
If you scare me
I’ll learn to grab my confidence
If you kill my story
I’ll still be beautiful in the existence of words
I’ll write poems, books, scripts
I’ll talk about this broken vase and enjoy every piece of it
There’s beauty in every broken piece depending on how we choose
to look at it”