I'm on a road that inevitably splits,
and as much as I hate the cliche
a choice still remains.
To be safe and comfortable,
following the path of my ancestors
through a life unfulfilled and instead befriend my own despair.
Here I will put aside my independence
to rely on the hands and wisdom of man-
to fester in disembodied femininity.
Here I will sit as a secondhand
with quiet lips and fingers only meant for mending.
On this road I will never know me-
only the character set up in the velvet lined case to appease the spectacle.