Broke my finger when I touched myself
Couldn’t find where the vulva was supposed to split
And it was too slippery down there,
Too foreign for my comfort

Lost my voice when I called your name
Lettering like kola nut in my mouth
Slicing my tongue
When I tried explaining myself
To myself, or whoever would listen

(This was supposed to be forever,
I was supposed to be forever)

I’ve stepped into every phase of my life
With a twisted ankle and feeling a little less grounded

Cut my hand on the mirror
As I tried to learn myself
Without asking any of the hard questions I know I hate to hear

Published by Sunshine

Sunny Scape is a safe space for Black women and queer folks. I am committed to eradicating intersecting systems of oppression that overwhelmingly affect people like myself, and doing so in a way that centers the most marginalized of us. That means that I am an activist on behalf of Black and brown queer and trans folks, children, sex workers, disabled folks, people of low socioeconomic status, currently and formerly imprisoned people, and countless others who are pushed to the back burners and relegated to second-class citizenship. This blog and everything within it is absolutely inseparable from the liberation efforts of all the aforementioned groups of people.

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