My heart could explode as I sit before you
and even so-
With each jagged edge-
I would still love

I have learned the meaning of bravery
And love most certainly is the prerogative of the brave
However I will not lay to be struck a fool-
A fly in the widows web-
Bundled and motionless-
Awaiting to be drained of my will
I will fight with the prerogative of the self respecting

I will hold my head and my heart high-
Whatever the condition may be

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro