you who weigh your worth like dust,
why do you walk with
the posture of a whisper?
you tiptoe even when you’re alone,
as if your footsteps are not
important enough to be
heard by the ghosts you store underneath your floorboards.

do you tire of apologizing
for your existence?

if only you knew that it is
you who diamonds envy.
it is you who the sun
looks to for light.
who told you to be anything
but majestic?

“you matter”

- afro-virgo

(via afro-virgo)