Next time I will remember my name—Beloved
Inhabit my skin without shame
Embody joy
Instead of fear
Next time I will speak when spoken to
And even when not
Raise my 5th grade hand without hesitation
Tell Miss Hewitt to go to hell
Next time I will sleep outside
Trace stars with sticky fingers
Time travel with Madeleine L’Engle
Quit using Seventeen magazine as my galaxy guide
Next time I will accept the ride to California
In Aunt Margaret’s convertible
Instead of staying home, afraid of missing
orientation at Marshall Junior High
Next time I will remember who I am
Turn my cheek to mother’s slap
Call her Beloved before leaving home
Unencumbered
So lovely. This blog is amazing!