It could my tone
It could be my demeanor
eliminate one or the other &
I end up being neither
It could be my sassiness
It could be my coy
It could be how much I intimidate she
or him for not needing a boy
I say what I feel
and do whatever is necessary
I don't hold back &
couldn't care less of what they say about me
the verb always outweighs projection
they can't feel what I see
or see what I feel
I thought everyone dreamed in color
but for most that isn't real
so I uncover all the patterns
to the future laid out for me
decide what it is I want
and ask God to guide it to Being
I'm leaning in and sewing it out
I'm learning languages they hoped to drown out
I'm reclaiming what is mine &
asking no permission on the way
because not once - NOT ONCE - did they ever ask ME
if it was "okay".
So forgive my tone &
forgive my demeanor
Allow me to reintroduce myself
I, too, am glad to meet Her.
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