I'm Too Tired to Girlboss

Why should I build an empire? When all I really want is to half ass a yoga class / Order the pizza instead of cook / Smell the ocean salt / Impersonate my boyfriend’s accent until he laugh-spits his drink / Collect a wall of Polaroids / Say ‘fuck it’ and check my horoscope / Give one more hug / Stay up too late finishing the last chapter / Can’t building a life suffice? / It’s always rise and slay! / never snooze the alarm and listen to the warm fall of rain / If you think Beyoncé’s inner Beyoncé doesn’t long to spend days in the softness of home / notifications silenced / then your #bossbabe group chat may have forgotten we’re human / even if that doesn’t fit between the hyphens of CEO / Entrepreneur / Founder / And yes one day I hope to create something that’s mine / Even when I’m overcome with fear I haven’t achieved my purpose yet / Let alone found it / And that my dreams may die in a Google doc saved ‘Draft’ / But beyond the hustling at least I’ll know / That I felt the thrill of starting again on the other side of the world / Replayed a song to relive a memory / Spilled my heart into a message / Walked the wrong way to catch a glimpse of the purpling jacaranda trees / Said ‘I love you’ / Trusted a feeling / Felt my heart explode when a tiny hand curled around my finger / Because if you can’t laugh until your cheeks burn, then what else?