Photo by Jovis Aloor 


If I'm being honest

I believe that I understand myself as a woman so much more

I've attended many funerals of myself 

The woman I used to be  

The woman that I continue to become 

I get lost in her sometimes, in my mind, in present 

My muse, my heart, my mind 

I'm beautiful

In the realm of the naked eye 

My being, real

I'm felt, you feel me? 

I know the real me

I shredded off layers of lessons I learned 

More so a lesson I became to others 

I am becoming of what I became when I didn't know any better 





I am becoming of what I became when I didn't know any better 

More so a lesson I became to others 

I shredded off layers of lessons I learned 

I know the real me

I'm felt, you feel me? 

My being, real

In the realm of the naked eye 

I'm beautiful

My muse, my heart, my mind 

I get lost in her sometimes, in my mind, in present 

The woman that I continue to become 

The woman I used to be  

I've attended many funerals of myself 

I believe that I understand myself as a woman so much more

If I'm being honest