The reclamation of color, power, strength, and ownership of the streets.

A sense of belonging, without the ask for validation.

Identity that exists, with breath. To remain. Let us be boundless in the pursuit of our goals.

May the chains of my past be lost to the sea, and I a treasure borne of indestructible fragility

For though I am soft and my tenderness a virtue, I was never meant to hate you at all.

I am placed in this moment only to nourish a deeper love and understanding of myself

By Rachel Marsh