I am a person.

And I will silence nothing
at the risk of losing sight of me.

Not again. Not ever.

I am a person.
And I had to earn it.

But firstly,
I had to find out on my own
that I never even learned it.

Never knew that it existed,
let alone that I deserved it.

Never knew that there was more
beyond how others would observe it.

Left to tear apart the parts of me
that weren't ******* perfect.

Believed my body and it's ***
exist to only be of service.

That in the eyes of others is
where the sum of all my worth is

...𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴?

Every time I showed a piece of me
my mother ******* burned it.

Or a lover would reverse it.

Weaponizing all my flaws
to take it all and ******* turn it.

Suddenly my sensitivity is
where all of the concern is.

...𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦, 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵?

Cause when I speak, the space it takes
can sometimes be a trigger.

They're not the point of my story,
but put their ego in the centre.

Making it about them,
when it's something so much bigger.

Cause most people just hear failure
when they're asked only to consider.

And realize that maybe
they're not a big part of the picture.

That the child inside me paints
with the pain that is within her.

Dipping her brush into
those who have dismissed her.

All who mislead or betray,
and the ones that desert her.

She covers the canvas
with the sound of sad silver.

The colour of **** glitters gold
and makes silence shimmer.

It catches the light
and the colours all kiss her

I stand strong beside her.

It took a long time to find her.

We are a person.

And I will silence nothing
at the risk of losing sight of us.

So if you say that you need
to be blunt and sarcastic
in the face of my pain,
no regard how traumatic -
it's really quite tragic.

So I need to write something drastic.

Poking at uncomfortable ideas is
kind of my thing.

XxxxX
mica light
Apr 18 2025

𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

I loathe to see your eyes
when they're frightened
by the flames in mine.

𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

That the sound of your name
did not get ignited
by the words on my blade.

𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

For rage replaced love
that wasn't provided
by the ones of my blood.

𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

Seeking out my cocoon,
in circles I cycle
by the pull of the moon.

𝙄 𝙙𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

All over my skin -
a lovers revival
of the yang and the yin.

𝙆𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚, 𝙄 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

Unlock and explore me.
You've tasted the title,
but my 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗮𝘁
𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺.

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• mica light poetry •

I don't know
where lavender grows,
I know only where it dies.

Where dusk holds on
'til it reaches dawn
& swallows up her light.

I don't know
where lavender grows,
I know only its demise.

When sunrise brings
forth the colour in the rings
of my violet, violent eyes.

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