you will wish you could unlearn
the words people have used to describe you.
you will unlearn words you have used
to describe others.
you will let go of the anger
you spelled the same as your middle name.
you will embrace the anger
fuelling fires of change.
you will stop setting fires
within the atrium of your heart.
you will fall in love with how
you look in love.
you will love the sound of wheat
in fields you saw through a train window.
you will watch the harvest each year,
you will remember the cycles we move in.
you will write poems
as if they are love letters.
you will teach your fears
to become love letters too
and you will be kind,
you will be kind.
Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020
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