dear john: we are trying to hold a peace that crumbled like dead leaves from months ago i stare out windows from my cliched cave just so i can remember the direction the sun once was it’s cold in my office and the energy it takes to make another cup sits in my pocket in case i need to dodge a bullet
something tells me that as it was for you the early sleep is coming
until then i run through the 12 keys of the love supreme motif trying despite this twisted spine to stretch and flex against the demons of dependence and noonday
meet me john in the spaces between confusion and resignation and sing a psalm for us
You’ll just be too much woman.
Too smart, too beautiful, too strong.
Too much of something that makes a man feel like less of a man,
Which will start making you feel like you have to be less of a woman.
The biggest mistake you can make is removing jewels from your crown to make it easier for a man to carry.
When this happens, I need you to understand,
You do not need a smaller crown–
You need a man with bigger hands.