“You are who I love, you struggling to see
You struggling to love or find a question
You better than me
You are who I love
weeping or touching the faces of the weeping
You noticing the butterflies
You in brightness and in darkness, throwing your head back as you laugh, kissing your hand
You studying stars, you are who I love”
―
Aracelis Girmay,
Mother Mother You Are Who I Love