stay quiet in fear
you may actually be seen.
shout harsh words, spitting
into the air like punches may
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.