I can't describe the feeling,
because it is so new.
It has manifested
out of the selfish acts of men,
and silly notions.
I am not fit
for consumption,
by men.
They may fawn and fiddle
and display their desire,
I see through that gauzy veneer.
I WILL NOT...I say...
loud enough so only I can hear.
I struggle with the words,
the feelings,
the fears.
I WILL NOT...I say...
loud and crisp
full of a certainty I do not feel,
yet.
I look at my feet
and wear my hair up.
I still my rhythm;
the vibe goes on,
without me.
I practice
humility;
I watch.
I listen.
Friends don't leave
not like lovers do.
Like a mantra
those words resonate.
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