KIND

Who am I?

I don’t know.

But I know my Truth. 

It’s Awakened.

I feel it quiver in my belly;

In my bones.

 

My shit is my fertilizer

And mine alone.

Its where Truth and Strength

are born.

It’s the cradle of empathy because

It’s where I scrape my knees.

It’s where my unworthiness was first 

Recognized, then held

And washed clean with tears.

 

My fertilizer is holy

my foundation of perfection

where I learned to stand again and again;

and again;

Where learned to speak,

First through screaming 

Then communication through the poetry of 

An aligned life.

 

All experiences have led me to this moment.

This shit is mine alone, and I don’t want yours.

Who am I?

I am Divinity unfolding.

I am Truth, Baby, in all of its colors.

My feet are rooted in the dark depths of who I am.

Formidable.

I choose to stand tall in this world.

What you see is what you get.

I like this simplicity.

 

It’s kind.

Lily Kessler