I may be deprived of human contact
so watch where you land your uninvited elbows
Your hands act as vehicles of manipulation
driving all over the horizons of my familiar body
It hardly means anything anymore to identify yourself as a brave-hearted girl.
The thought is settling in- I am an accomplished pariah.
there is a time for assumptive reasoning- there is also a time for foolish recollection.
Neither is in the company of one another… but you don’t recognize this
Which highlights my circumstance-
I will not settle for a manipulative maniac.
I AM better than that!
I am the brave-hearted girl.