May 21, 2022
I am not whiskey in a teacupI am boiling lava in an open craterSeething under kohl and color make-upDo not tell me how to carry my burdenWhen it’s not your soul that is hurtingDo not pretend as if my shoes you have wornWhen it was not your innocence tornDo not preach me your forgiveness and graceWhen the scars do not mar your body and faceYou carry no right to judge or critiqueWhen you prey on the tired and weakI am not daisies and laceI am the beauty in the fractured vase.I am the... more