you remind me of the words of the Black gay poet Essex Hemphill, “I love myself enough to be who I am.”
even when that’s all the love you can generate for yourself in a moment, you do it. it changes everything. your love is so alive with innocence, loyalty, desire. being alive is your love. that eagerness, enthusiasm, willingness— damn, it’s precious.
you the freshest of the fresh. you the realest of the real. you the fiercest of the fierce. people underestimate you because you feel in the moment but like, where the fuck else you supposed to be?
I recognize the bravery in your uninhibited heart where I’ve been taught to pretend, to suppress. don’t let anyone shame your honest responses. do you know you’re here to learn to be free, to live deeply, to love hard? this life shit isn’t a production & your fire is a remembrance of that.
I love you for being a protector of my heart. you deserve protection, too. show me your heart, I promise I will be gentle. I know they’ve been tough with you ‘cause they think you need to be tamed. nothing could be further from freedom, nothing could be more foreign to your power.
I love that you’re a fighter—I want you to fight for you. fight for your tenderness, your softness, your fearlessness. fight for your right to not have to fight to be loved. if I could love you into anything it would be your own sovereignty. only you can love yourself into staying there. and I believe you will.
so trust yourself, my love. trust you like I trust you. trust me like you trusted before. watch the fire grow wild, generating new instincts, remembering old knowings. I love you.
the moon entered aries after midnight & will burn there until Monday afternoon. protect your fire & love brightly.