To the exes

Rarely, we say thank you 

To the ones that touched—

Nearly broke

and deeply hurt to the core.  

Through those loves lost—

anguish and broken hearts.  

Friends and lovers gone;

I’m becoming 

The best version of myself. 

To My Teachers

You shared the common wisdom 

Of stories passed down year after year, 

To a new generation. 

Did you know the lies you told?

Of a history from the perspective of the victor—

the oppressor.

Or were you a victim too?

Awakening

My eyes are seeing the world anew; its underbelly.

as though born into a darkness,  of which I was unaware.

I cannot go back to the way things were before;

Before the awakening.