I Am Soft.

I am soft. And for the longest time I believed that this was my greatest weakness. But now I know this softness is my strength; my malleability makes me human. My soul will bruise but it will not break.  

I Have My Mother’s Eyes.

Mom said that every boy complimented her eyes, (little golden pools that twinkle in the sun) Boys only notice my eyes when I'm sad. "What an interesting color", they say. Chartreuse irises complimented by ruby rims. every boy but my dad. - I have my mother's eyes.

This Woman.

"You could be married". She said this as if I was not aware as if I did not know that in some parallel universe I was walking around, stomach swollen, with a wailing toddler on my hip. Of course, I knew - this woman - I longed to save, but it was her or I. I …