Television commercials in the background
The whirl in my middle is a despondent stranger
Stranger because it is there: Here: Fear
A liar for the inner despot is my hand holder
A better future could house all strangers
The sticky feelings allowed to be seen and held
We are not despots or liars, we are the whirl
Vulnerability waivers for the old and the weak
The measured and the meek/Me we seek
So to show the feeling among the organs
To find ears for soundless noises hidden
In human realities of roles golden and rusted
I don't want to be my outward female appearance
And I hate that you have to pretend to be invincible
You only need a couple of actual hand holders
To not feel strange in the shame of fearing movement
Dancing without limits to stumble and beautifully panic
I am not enough to ask, but we are enough to each other