No mastery over words that are distinct and out of the world,
still, I write, to grant a voice to my thoughts gone unheard.
I don’t give a damn to what people say.
However, I do contemplate what they’ll perceive of my way.
‘Double faces’, no, I don’t have.
Yet, there are some emotions about which I don’t rave.
I am strong enough to rise anew after a fall.
Nonetheless, at someone’s elbow, I yearn to curl and crawl.
I want to lead a life on my wish and terms.
At every step, I seek support and consent. Am I not firm?
resembling a book; scrounging a place on a shelf,
we are all at war with self.
~MK!
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