i'm waiting // for the acceptance letters,

not only from colleges with navy stamps

but written by me, addressed to my door.

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I'm longing // for that missing comfort

not from four foreign walls in a NYC loft

with my name engraved, but from within.

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I'm hoping // for the storybook guy

maybe i just need him to tell me

my chapter was perfect all along.

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I'm praying // for a 5 figure salary

or perhaps i want god to remind me that

9 y/o me didn't have to question her worth.

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I'm begging // for safety, security

not from the pepper spray in my purse

but from the world around me.