I am a child.
I like cookies.
Ice cream makes me happy.
Candies and chocolates stitch the sky back together when it tears.
I am a girl.
I love animations that leave glitter in my veins.
Dancing until my socks slide off,
running just to feel the wind gasp behind me,
playing in the rain like it’s a secret only I remember.
I like long drives—passenger seat royalty—
meals I didn’t cook,
being watched over,
being loved without having to explain why.
I am a woman.
I like the weight of my own keys, my own choices.
I like dreams that don’t fit in my pockets,
so I build them with my hands instead.
I like love that knows the difference between sugar and sustenance,
friends who choose me daily, not just when it’s easy.
I like the woman I’m becoming—
how she holds all my past selves in her ribs,
how she misses them sometimes, tenderly,
like a favorite sweater outgrown.
NB: I didn’t write this, but I love it. ✨
Here’s how it makes me feel –
I feel like a sky – full of stars. ✨
