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Crystal Goddess Aug 2023
Your skin is the color of bark on trees that have been here through every hurricane.

Your skin is the color of soil that brings life and replenishes the earth.

Brown is soft, silky, and sophisticated. 

Your skin is comfort and reliability. 

They said your skin was the color of dirt as an insult… 

But they didn't know that brown was the color of mountains that stood tall no matter how many people stepped on them. 

Your brown skin is strength, beauty, and acceptance. 

Your brown skin is beautiful.
Crystal Goddess Jul 2023
how do I look at pictures of us and be okay with you just being a memory...
Crystal Goddess Mar 2023
I know it's getting bad when the four walls and popcorn ceiling of my room are the highlights of my day.

I know it's getting bad when spontaneous trips to the beach become intentional trips to the bathroom.

I know it's getting bad when jeans turn into week old sweatpants and blouses turn into t shirts I dug out the ***** clothes bin.

I know it's getting bad when I force myself out of bed five minutes before I have to make it to class and I don't have the energy to brush my teeth.

I know it's getting bad when the blue light from my phone is brighter than the loving light from my family.

I know it's getting bad...

but I don't know how to make it okay again.
Crystal Goddess Mar 2023
When he called himself a bottomless pit I should have listened.


He stole my flame and spit out me out like I was nothing more than gunk stuck between his teeth.
Crystal Goddess Mar 2023
To me our light was brighter than the sun.
To him our light was a flame lit by a match.
To me our light was limitless.
To him our light was ephemeral.
Crystal Goddess Feb 2023
him
there are millions of stars the sky
. . .
but the One still catches my eye every night
Crystal Goddess Oct 2022
I have a love-hate relationship with my scars.

I love them because they show how far I've come, they show that I am stronger now than I was then.

I hate them because they are a constant reminder of when I was ar my worse.

Sometimes I see them and I want to reopen them but I quickly push that thought away from my minds eye. I won't end up down that hole again I worked too hard to get where I am today.
can you tell I come here to vent
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