Call it my choice,
I 'm emboldening my spine,
delving into recklessness
being both cocoon & butterfly.
An assortment,
chasing self-love ,
driving left & right,
spilling peonies over
other's opinion, being
the redness of their wine.
Lying in the wild grass,
my curves melting into light.
Hands running over the
thunder of my thighs,
caressing the flaws,
every 'not so beautiful'
'not so worthy'
'not so lovable'
'not so perfect'
rubbing into the mud,
letting them fall like
shadows behind.
I am owning the mocha
of my skin,
a desideratum made of satin.
Beyond the odds,
the felisia of my thoughts
twirling, moving
with compassion in
wilderness of my heart.
I am smoking what people call
fragility ,
sniffing the tranquillity ,
getting higher and higher
dripping back like mist,
clogging the sky of hatred
unleashing my strength,
celebrating the goddess within.
Akanksha Kinwaar