Day 400: Honey
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i was not long into life
before coming to understand
that my emotions
were bigger
and more defined
than is right
for a girl my size.
i could not contain them.
i could not erase them.
but girls grow,
and they learn…
to contour them
for culture.
to subdue them
with sweets
and a new pair of shoes.
to tame them with tasks –
so many insurmountable tasks –
a busy bee
i’ve made of me
to keep the honey in check.
i have even gone so far
as to promise them
a new land
we’ll visit,
someday,
to breathe.
we will travel,
and see new things
and laugh,
before being backed into bags
and brought home.
and farther still,
as to promise
those who promise themselves to me
that i will not feel
those silly feels,
for the sake of security
and same.
but they seep
out secretly
and cannot be kept
in combs.
the only silliness
is in thinking that they could.
here they come:
in writing,
in roles,
in wayward, holy souls,
in knowing glance
of those who know, too,
all the truth
that’s coming out of you,
sticky,
sweet,
and stinging.
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