Now I know why I’m sitting in the sky. . .
All I really want to do is shine like you

Just this morning I decided to be free again
Just this morning I decided to me again
And shine like you

All I want is to be happy

I am pregnant and I am not embarrassed, and I refuse
to defend myself before the disappointed.

I am going to live in a forest where moss bathes my toes
and makes slippers for trees and pillows of stones;
I am going to deny concrete and its fumes;
I am going to swim every swell of my heart; for it is good
for my babies.

And when voices no longer echo
from the bones of my back, sleep makes me a baby
in a belly again.

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