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Mia


I am the best tasting words your body can pronounce,

I come from where the soil is hot on your feet and

where the dryness propels you to eat cold popsicles.

I once belonged to sadness and shame,

but now I belong to the earth and her selflessness.

My sisters came from love I am not apart of.

I feel solus and admired all at the same time.

I hold love within myself for all the unvalued creatures,

their hearts are plastered with gold.

I am truly happy in the moments

I recognize the power I posses.

I mostly need authentic love but sometimes

I need authentic salsa with homemade torilla chips.

I give my body to the earth and my name to the wind

and my mind to whoever needs it.

I fear the worst for the earth but even worse for the children.

I enjoy the sun and the sickness of plane rides.

I like to wear nothing on my feet,

the darkest of shades on my brows and

patchouli on my underarms.

I am Mia, the best tasting words your body can pronounce.

 
 
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