I will give no explanation of the small seed you've discovered.
Theirs no need to wander into the tall grass of my past nor go through the glossary of my memory to see where this tiny thing has been hidden and smothered.
Your curiosity is matched with stupidity, why replant something dug up and unburied?
You say you want to get to know the real me... so you poke and jab at things that flash "WARNING".
You don't appreciate my sophisticated conversation, simply saying it's boring, so you press and press with a feeling of daring.
As I inhale and exhale you then come to a realization, trying to bail, thinking I've failed but when I don't snap in retaliation, I smile, mastering the process of relaxation.
I now will leave you, ailed and alone. Any person who test my self control is in no benefit to the making of me whole.
- Donna
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𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭
PoetryA collection of poems and thoughts of a young black girl, expressing herself in a very open and honest way about her experiences and feelings.
