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April's Poems

  • earlenestevens
  • Apr 1
  • 2 min read

Flowing Boundaries

Boundaries float in the river

Of self love and care

It’s on the deep end

We dare not venture often

It requires a boat and paddle

And of course you must 

Wade all the way out there

Trusting yourself to get back


Honor the tides of your boundaries

When you are bored

When there’s no spark

When peace feels like the mundane

Rest your head on its shoulders

Trusting it to lead the way


Honor the tides of your boundaries 

When you fear abandonment

And the loneliness you’ve tried to avoid

By people pleasing

And playing small

Wears off

And the only company you crave

Is your own


Honor the tides of your boundaries

When you’ve said enough words

When you’ve had your fill of drama

When you finally crave the abundance of quiet


Honor the tides of your boundaries

When you’re aching and ovulating 

Throbbing and in need

Know that you’re worth respect

And love

And patience

And care

And understanding 

And connection

And loyalty 

And reverence 

Not for what you do for others

Or for how you make them feel

Which can be a fickle, fleeting thing

But because you are sacred


Honor the tides of your boundaries

For your future self

Remember that the blueprint is in the now

And you are ever deserving of 

The delicious life of your dreams

Never forget 

Discipline is a loving promise

In the river where you honor yourself


Fanclub

Cheers to my biggest fan

The girl that looks right back 

At me in the mirror

Wearing my favorite lip gloss

Hair, just the way I like it

Eyes a little tired but bright

Teeth straightening as we speak

Body, solid, curvaceous and long

Full and proportionate 

Stretch marks on fleek

2 babies deep

We in this thang

Through long days we smile

We can still laugh through the bullshit

And be less caught off guard 

By the intrusive thoughts

Of not enoughness.


Cheers to my biggest fan

It useta be my mama

She led by example 

She was that girl

Because of her I am

And her character and type of woman

Is the stock I come from 

The shoes I fill and she left space for

Women who talk slick

Don’t take no shit

But will love you big 

I am learning to love myself just like that

To think of myself just like that

Like the chinky eyed little brown girl

My mama thought the world of

I get to think the world of her too

I didn’t before but so glad that I do so 


Cheers to my biggest fan

Because I thought solitude was a fluke

But damn baby

I just get a little bit closer to you

Every night is a blessing

To know myself more deeply

To hear quiet 

To choose my choices

To reflect without judgment 

To make a ritual out of my habits 

To honor my no’s and my yes’

Reassess my goals and get steps closer 

To make sense of it all

To give myself the grace the world doesn’t 

And to love 

And to care

And to hold

Forever and ever

I do.




 
 
 

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