Boomerang

by Hameedah Aruwa

Let me tell you a thing or two 

about a kind of longing. The kind 

where you long to be more of 

everything,

that it warps your judgment.

Where white becomes less white 

because white cannot be 

white enough. 

Where sweet becomes bland from 

constant scrutiny, & certain wins

are deemed unworthy of celebration.

Know, that self- deprecation blurs

the record of progress.

& the thirst for perfection is 

either a blessing  

or a curse. Or both. 

In fervently looking to be 

flawless beings, we often miss 

the glimmer of light 

peering,

through the garments of our flaws–

the subtle events

that make each step of our journey 

worthwhile.