Tender I sit at the side of the road this lane that house the many people that live in tents or sleeping bags in subway stations the youthfulness the way I cannot close this hatch the way I cry when I see someone else cry
the way I say no and hold my ground even when they tell me I must not be honest βspeak like a politicianβ the ways in which they find me wild are the ways in which I refuse to refuse my own heart and soul