black women breathe flowers, too.
just because
we are taught to grow them in the lining of our quiet (our grandmothers secret)
does not mean
we do not swelter with wild tenderness.
we soft swim.
we petal.
we scent limbs and love.
we just have been too long a garden for sharp and deadly teeth.
so we
have
grown
ourselves
into
greenhouses.
(via miguu)
are beautiful and unfortunately rare. I understand that you don’t necessarily “owe” anyone anything but its nice to be nice. why do something to someone that you wouldn’t want done to you?
we all make mistakes but I’ve come across so many situations of disrespect from other women over these past…