Don't need You

Mist

(I can do this, There are ways through)

...

Living between bread

and soup

Clumps of knowledge

soaked-in trauma

Can be wringed out

Not baked in

Nothing is permanent

We deal with the devastation

and all the grey and lilac hues

Rejection sensitivity blues

with an outlet

An abstract painting

Flicking wrist touching me

and elevating, you

Cos, I matter

The denial once felt, absolute

No proof

Is it my make up?

Nothing wrong with who I am

The misogyny that they

feeds us

I comfort, now playful little me

Filling every tiny space up

with warmth, For me

What can I do with this? Where is my use?

Soul working, and expanding

No such thing as to a woman of ill repute

The mist clears

Finally I see

I don’t need you to see anymore

My guts are my proof

Power is an inner-tool

(Fighting self-doubt)

I am, my knowledge of me, is

the use

Reach one person

Why does it seem like such a threat

When I do it lovingly, honestly

Exploring where my mind's been

Speaking my truth