Dear Taila,
You have freedom young lady. Freedom
between your legs, beneath your feet, in your stares, your tantrum kicks and
daring licks. Freedom. There’s none of it for mommy’s girls and precious curls.
Just freedom: a homemade rendition. No serpent self-loathing to coil around a
wondrous heart. No ghastly, wooden wounds or whiny bullshit blues. Merely
freedom, the stuff of wind and dirty feet.
My freedom, your freedom. It tastes like
uncontrollable light. Your saving grace. Your mother’s plight. It is raw and
naked. It is yours.
Love,
Taila
Dear Taila,
Sometimes, it’s ok to be unfocused.
Undefined and slightly confused. You need no lines of definitive authority.
Because life is ambiguous and so are
you. Flesh is inconstant and misleading, step forth as spirit and soul. Wait
for old age to excuse your madness and reinvest yourself into the loyalty of
character.
Love,
Taila
Dear Taila,
RELAX!
Don’t allow the somber feelings to
manifest. Not in your room or in your head. Unzip your skin of all attire and
dust off the stigma attached to your bones. You are popularly alone so make
friends with yourself. Befriend talent, flaw and the fine line in-between. Fear
not the time to be unsettled. Let time sooth you like reckless water, replacing
limbs with ticks and tocks and simple serenity. Lounge about like feline and
empress and taste the day for its lesson. To relax is to release and replenish.
Do not fear a little laziness.
Love,
Taila
Dear Taila,
No more suitcase of pity, that baggage
of weighty sighs and self-made lies. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. And you are mobile. As
fleeting as a bird in pose, as a toddler on their toes. Not fickle and
inconstant but fleeting. Fleeting like beauty and lust and a lover’s anger. You
are a traveler, a soulful gypsy. Not anchored to earth but winged. A winged
spirit- not demon nor angel. Don’t sit in a box and wallow and wail. Be bold
and boisterous and say ‘shit” and ‘fuck” with dainty, pretty lips. Pay no
attention to fickle folk and pretentious pilgrims. You are alone this journey.
Alone and content.
Love,
Taila
Dear Taila,
Get out of the box.
Be rootless.
Love,
Taila
Dear Taila,
These feet have waltzed me from youth to ignorance
Where I now pour limbs for those made of glass
And money
Wet and green
Like and early lawn
Where I would sit as a child
And believe in God.
Little feet-
Stay grounded and unruly.
Love,
Taila
Dear Taila,
Sold to godly highs and demonic lows
I wrestle with the tails of gargoyles
(the stone thieves of my sanity)
In the absence of mercy
I am left losing the wits I had never truly owned
The wits that belonged to mothers and fathers,
Presidents and mobile homes
The wits that belong to the petri dish in which I had been
grown
(And I am mad
So very mad)
Love,
Taila
Dear Taila,
Sin.
Sin-g
Sin-ister
Sin-cerity
Sin-gle
Sin-king
There is sin everywhere. Do not fear the
commands of a manmade God. You are a living, breathing vessel: sin is
inevitable.
Sin is fun.
Love,
Taila
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