I woke up like this


I don’t have to try to be anything

I just am

Calmly traversing boundaries in the oasis that is my own body

In my veins, there is no separation of blood

I am perfectly formed in my mother’s womb

Knitted from strands of stories, genes, histories, formed,

Eyes unopened

I blink into the world and I know nothing. 


I stretch into my fingers

Unfurl them like leaves

And I grow. 

I don’t have to try

To be myself.