When my coat’s set open for all to see
the terrible things inside of me.
When the frightening thoughts that pulse
and swim in my aching veins pour out like sand.
When Delilah brings shining shears to my hair
and all my weaknesses are laid bare.
When my judgment depends upon the approval
of a Beauty to save my life and break the spell.
When society looms over me with their pillow
to smother my undone wrongs, in fashion of Othello.
When all that I am is scrutinized, analyzed,
even breathing becomes hard to bear
