sometimes, i close my eyes
and imagine
having a face
that isn't mine
a face they'd respect
I vacuum his muddy footprints
off of the white carpet
to leave my very own is to discard my defenses
predator to prey.
to leave my very own is an act of rebellion
and rebellion brings war
who am I to cut my hair?
who am I to cut?
Who am I?
hence
the jungle's harder to navigate in the dark
men follow, women linger
he shoots darts
i let him
so many parts.
none are mine.
nothing is mine.
I am not mine.
