So the next day I turned to them, vulnerable Stripped from my veiled self, humbled my eyes, shared the sweetness of my speech as if we have shared the same womb
In exchange, I obtained angry faces, eyes heavy on madness, deaf by the screaming of their own cries In the raw I stood there, thunderstruck Reckless tongues spitting words as if destruction lit itself on fire Now I realize, perhaps it was not the soul but the body they desire
before I step out into public, I lock my opinions in a safe that resides deep within the ridges of my brain. I wear a sweet smile to mask the dull pain radiating throughout my body.
but when I enter my safe space, I strip myself of that smile, and look my pain in the eye. I dig into the ridges of my brain to grab and unlock the safe. I welcome my vulnerability in all its undisguised nakedness.
I strongly suggest that you put on a vest and maybe some pants nobody wants to see what is dangling from your people tree I think it would be best if you got yourself dressed it's a sensible request before your arrest!
I wrote this in response to a horrible prompt word