I promise myself to never stop creating
To always dribble ink onto my flesh
My soggy wrists and tear ducts always open like my silly pegs

I look at the ladies before me
They are polished or they are cracked
Either way, people talk slander, meaty anger and ***** dribbles

I look at my sandwich
Whether it had meat or cheese or nothing at all
Either way, people would talk slander, slap a comment

I wonder if I could ever live bruiseless
I wonder if the only marks on my body would be my own
I wish my only mark on me was my henna

I've decided to make it very clear
I will never yearn for anyone's back
I will never smile for anyone but myself
I will never put my hands anywhere but for myself
A drink or two is my delight
Not my service to loosen into your mould, to be played with

Yet you see, here alas is my tragedy
I am free but I am caged by my own humanity
My human desires and cuddling yearns all across the ages of years

But even amidst the gloom and doom
I hope inside the cradle of my centre that a little angel girl with dreams
of solidarity and self-sufficiency
Could maybe one day read my words inside her entirety
Feel herself in these words of me
And see that I am her and she is me
I want you to learn from my example, not what they give me

I want to one day inspire a generation to think freely
Do for yourself but never once forget your personal responsibility
A balance of woes to create a life free of opulence and free of hate

One day, hopefully, one day
A little angel baby can look back to me and see
A way to move further and forward
A way to remain her fragility and live with her life hopefully.