I embrace my sadness as a gift
for every part of me is granted.
I embrace no joy in my eyes with secrets
I let few know, I let everyone guess and
I always reveal.
I would gladly strip my clothes,
and sit beneath boughs,
But even covered to toe, my eyes are naked
and you can peek into my soul.
I try to hide my limbs, the motion in my hips
I try to escape my past that nibbles my heels.
But as a bumblebee entangled in my hair,
buzzing its way to freedom,
I try to survive.
It shackles itself more and more.
Reminiscent of myself I let it die.
Because my hair is beautiful
It should be thankful
And I shouldn’t cry.