Two poems written by Jennae Cecelia from her book The Moon Will Shine For Us Too.
I do not own pajama bottoms
or tops.
And half the week I forget to
take my makeup off.
I drink black coffee
out of mugs that say, "cat dad.”
Or plain old jelly jars revamped.
I run barefoot down the street
and never properly dress
for the frigid temperatures,
but complain about said temperatures.
And I will catch myself saying,
“I am a mess.”
And then I remember,
no, I am me and damn.
I love that..
Maybe I am messy.
Like unmade bed sheets
in the morning.
Red wine spilt on
the white carpet
at your mother’s house.
Hair thrown in a bun.
But oh how I create in the mess.
Messy spaces lead to beautiful creations.
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