what makes you think you can be so ornate,
my darling?
even your name means princess
even your hair with its long black curlicues
even your yes such dark blue as to be violet
what makes you think you can use such words
paving your poems with jewels and lights?
and your heart!
desiring that much
as if it were a victorian valentine in your chest
polished pink quartz chambers
or even an elizabethan pomegranate rose
a rococo clock all golden and decked with cherubs
ornate and especially your sorrow
what make you think?
this is what—
your birthright
your sorrow a guide to lead you on your journey
it says go forth be bold be brilliant
desirous of what is yours
for this is who
you are
~Francesca Lia Block
