I am the kind of woman
who is everything everywhere
all at once
like the cold winds of Joshua Tree
howling under the Milky Way –
you sit still, squint, and hope to see a shooting star but it
bites and seeps deep into your bones until you clench your teeth
The kinda woman that sips mezcal
out of a pink Kintsugi teacup
and twirls in an ankle length linen dress, excited
to order a fresh baguette from the local baker
Who isn’t afraid to tell you to stop
when you’re in too deep
Who laughs at jokes that don’t land
and picks things up where you left them
The kind that dissects the narrative
to make you look honorable
That forgives, forgets and tries again,
reminding you that you’re good enough
Who tries everything once
before imposing an unwavering opinion
Who breaks habits to prove a point
and digs her nails into everything she believes in
I am proud, I am, to be the kind of woman
who doesn’t sway, doesn’t play, doesn’t pretend but
jumps bum first into a colorful ball pit
overflowing a McDonald’s play pen
Who craves the certainty in details
yet travels without knowing where she’ll sleep
Who learns from every encounter
and adds meaning to the meaningless
I am the kind of woman
that can transcribe the self on paper and
shred it to pieces
because I know that living the entire spectrum
of emotions without an atlas is how I become and
experience what it means to be a woman
And who are you?
Because I am the kind of woman
I love