Some of us are born electricians
with circuit board minds, a handle
and deft precision of slim copper wiring.
They understand the ebb and flow of
currents. While a lot of us,
we are the electricity.

Alex Dang! (via wordsoftakumi)

I have legs
that are always battered and bruised.
There is a filth
associated with the fact
that someone molded you
in their image, not yours.
Do you belong to yourself?
Did you ever really?
Your mother did not teach you
the treacherous ways
in which a woman must claim herself
over and over again.
Bloody tongues,
hesitant hands,
these are the things
that will kill me.

Michelle K., 8:19 in the Morning. (via michellekpoems)