stay quiet in fear

you may actually be seen.

shout harsh words, spitting

into the air like punches may

be thrown.

still a scared, scarred little girl

controlling her commanding

attention now. thinking before

speaking: aren’t I wise?

an analytical rant, followed by

an ignorant and privileged aside.


anywhere that will seize me up

and smile proudly, that’s where I

Belong. a confused mix, pushing

ill-fitting puzzle pieces until they break.

existing yet as all that I am.

not a burden.

Published by Jaz


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