Inside

Shine a light on the skeletons you hide

Dear Penpal,

If you’re not gonna come out of the closet you might as well clean it out …

Cleanse that space,

That backseat you choose to take so you can put your existence at bay,

If you’re not gonna stand for yourself make sure you take a comfortable seat,

Away from the noise that yells hate,

The odor that musks your air with depressive stench,

No – no, don’t let the world tell you how you’re supposed to flow

You create your own manual

Baby, you can go anywhere you want to go.

Don’t sit by the floor,

Don’t wrinkle your couture,

Remember this one thing…

Stars don’t fall out of the sky at the same time,

A soul like you doesn’t come around twice,

Find it in you to dance in the dark,

Allow yourself to hold your hand and tell yourself you’re enough,

Honey stand tall, chest out, with a leg stretched out on the floor,

Own your stance, turn around, give it a twirl and whip that neck like the stallion you are,

Put your good knees to use and do what it is you gon do,

Keep that tongue out and keep doing you boo.

Rock your chair,

Keep your head in the direction of the wind,

Kiss the sun and hug the moon,

Stay insistent on remaining weird,

Give yourself a break,

Catch a good laugh and reel in the good times,

Enjoy being alive as you’re busy learning life,

Hold space for the belief that the universe is playing life to your favour,

Love yourself a little more slower and stay true to your aura.

Yours undoubtedly,

Penpal💙