black bag over my head,
make sure to cinch it tight,
dirty cloth, mouth is fed,
bound hands shaking with fright,
stranger's hands grab and grope,
exploring in the night,
free my ankles from the rope,
release me from my plight.
YOU ARE READING
SOFTIE
Puisisure, my heart is fragile, but my mind is strong. sure, I talk quietly, but I will stand for what I think is right. sure, I'm a softie, but there's bravery in being soft.
