n when I finally make it to Paradise do not cremate me do not make an icon or a martyr out of me do not put my face places my words n work could Be when I go return me wholly to my humanity in peace not pieces of who I never agreed to Be hear me protect my child n work let me Be
protect my Body in this Life n the next especially once my Spirit has left
I ain’t coming this way again
bury me loose tbh
shroud me in flowers n herbs
let the Mother absorb my lessons to Teach the soil of Her future
n now I am in a season of asking n receiving
if you are not tryna make my Life more peaceful purposeful protected pleasurable powerful n playful
why are you here?
lets keep it P 🐈⬛
emBodied melody 