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March 24th Pt. 2

The reason I do this is unclear,

Unclear like our relationship.

It’s murky and dangerous

Waters I can’t navigate.

At least, it is for me.

My lungs feel rotten,

Filled with hate,



For someone I’ll never be

Enough for.

Enough; a tricky word.

It says everything

Yet remains unheard

Because Enough for you,

isn’t me.

I can rip myself to shreds

away with my fat, my hair, my skin

everything that

isn’t to your liking.

I want to be clear; simply your own,

your Enough, your everything.

PLEASE don’t you see?

Look beneath the dust and the dirt and the soil

and see me; ready to be molded

into your perfect gift.

A build-a-bear.

Put your all into me.



she, her, hers

College of Arts &Sciences

Class of 2022, Interdisciplinary

Indiyah is pursuing an interdisciplinary major that focuses on public policy that affects Black women and sexual minorities. These pieces were an ode to reformation of the self and love. They are wholeheartedly influenced by the spirit of both in Indiyah's life. Indiyah's inspiration comes from poets and songwriters, like Audre Lorde and Solange. And like them, she hopes to focus on the beauty of feeling, unabashedly.

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