whisper/wonder
Sweet, so sweet.
the label, a concrete slab gripping my feet.
Sweet. I drown. gulp for air
under the tides of assumption (crashing interruptions and denials of my corruption)
under the tides of assumption (crashing interruptions and denials of my corruption)
that I am a Rose, thorns stripped away by society's hand
When, really, I am just a dandelion in disguise.
but all they see are these wide green eyes.
as my truth scatters away in the wind
leaving me chagrined,
bald stem, with unwanted roots.
as my truth scatters away in the wind
leaving me chagrined,
bald stem, with unwanted roots.
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