Separation

Things divided

Silverware blankets

random living supplies

But you can’t divide children

Here’s your mail

And your time

But these humans

we have to share

We could be fair about it

But let’s be honest

Life’s not fair

Values aren’t shared

So this is yours

And that is mine

See you the next time

we share the kids

-Saschia

Speak

If I could

I would take your anxieties wrap them up tight and throw them in the ocean

I’d take your sadness and carry them to the grave

And I’d fight every single battle you were too scared to face

But I wasn’t placed here to be your savior

I can’t wrap my hands around your feelings

No matter how bad I want to

So throw your anxieties, carry your sadness, and face your battles

And tell me everything because I want to hear you speak of your thoughts and feelings

and I want to hear how you conquer them

-Sasch

I will stand on the shoulders of my enemies

To place the angel delicately a top my Christmas tree

Their selfish acts beside mine

Only my acts so deeply rooted by my own ancestors

That they have become a catapult

An explosion of sticky wet truth

Like an orgasm at just the right time

I will not wallow I will not beg

I will not stop until the truth spores inside so many crevices

They’ll never forget it

-Saschia

Thought and Planned

Finally in love with me. From inside the depths of my soul to my roots of curls. I’ve waited so long to feel so healthy, so healed, and so ready to take on life. I thought and planned that by the time I got here I’d be celebrating with you. Maybe you weren’t meant to be part of this celebration. Maybe all the times you made me feel like shit for healing brought us to this.

Aw well, let the celebrating commence!!!