What Hannah Montana saidā You can change your hair
And you can change your clothes
You can change your mind
Thatās just the way it goes
You can say goodbye
And you can say hello
But youāll always find your way back home.āš¶ļø
Brown eyes,
you are not soft ā you are anchored.
You have stared down silence, betrayal, hunger, and hope
and never once asked permission to survive.
You donāt beg to be seen.
You command it.
Men pause.
Truth slips.
Lies donāt last long in your stare.
You carry generations ā
sun, soil, storms, survival.
You are the proof that warmth can still be dangerous,
that depth can be threatening,
that calm can be a warning.
Brown eyes,
you have watched me break
and chose not to close.
You stayed open when it hurt,
burned through illusion,
and remembered who I am
before the world tried to rename me.
You are not overlooked.
You are unavoidable.
ā Awar š¤
Summer days
taste like stolen timeā
bare feet on hot concrete,
sunlight clinging to skin
like it doesnāt want to let go.
The air hums with laughter,
ice clinks in sweating glasses,
and the sky stays out late
just to watch us live.
Hours stretch, lazy and golden,
problems melt into sidewalks,
and every sunset feels
like a promise instead of an ending.
Summer days donāt ask questions.
They just say:
stay a little longer.
Dear Moon,
Youāve been watching me longer than anyone else ever has.
Through versions of me I barely recognize now.
Quiet me. Loud me. Hopeful me. The me that learned the hard way.
You pull the ocean like itās nothingā
so I wonder why my heart feels so heavy
when you rise so effortlessly.
Some nights I look up and feel seen,
like you know exactly what I didnāt say out loud.
Other nights, you feel distant, cold, unreachableā
and I guess thatās when Iām trying to convince myself
I donāt need light.
But I do.
Thank you for glowing even when youāre not whole.
For reminding me that phases arenāt failuresā
theyāre proof Iām still moving.
Hold my secrets the way you hold the dark sky.
Softly. Without judgment.
And if you ever catch me pretending Iām fine when Iām not,
shine a little brighterā
just enough so I remember who I am.
Still learning.
Still becoming.
Still here.
āAwar š
