healing

She’s trying to cut you down, Angel

Your hair is rope thick and earth-colored
Your body is soft and shaped by the Gods
Your hands were made for healing
Don’t forget this.

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Do not protect me from moments that allow bruised shins or a split lip
I will heal like humans do
Like God has created me to
Sometimes I just need to know
my blood truly does bleed red like the rest of us.