They are like predators.
We are like predators.
The searching of the lowest prey doing anything to stay above the food chain.
No matter how much makeup you wore you can never cover up the hideous scars that slashed your face,
The black expressionless hollow eyes,
You could never hide from us.
We know.
A rare woman will not fight another woman over her man unless there really is love,
A rare woman will not stoop to the primal state of being like the others.
She will be the prey.
Fall down to their height because she remembers how it feels to be so small.
She will defend.
Because she knows what its like to be alone.
She isnt judgemental.
In fact she doesnt ever say anything to anyone because she remebered how it felt to be rejected.
She shows no fear.
And i show no fear over any woman.
I will bow before no one.
YOU ARE READING
Indigo
PoetryLooking through the eyes of a people you learn that there are two options: Your either plastic or dead. Being an empath isnt easy but you learn that the way you see things is much more then just black and white and growing up sideways i learned that.
