i’m making a terrible habit of not titling my work right? eh i don’t mind.
maybe it’ll be purer then. sometimes a title couldn’t really capture the poem in its essence.
this one for example, i’ve rewritten so many times and i don’t even understand it much if i’m honest. but i’m leaving it here , i keep trying to finish / edit it but my brain won’t let me so i want to share it as it is , i think God is telling me it’s perfect as it 😁
here you go !
song: talk 2 me - montell fish
i cannot bring myself to be angry,
i search in the pit of my stomach,
and the pile of hair i cut off,
but anger is nowhere to be found.
these days i am
soft and mellow,
part of me wonders if
i wither away,
but i remember the violence wrought
to create a girl as gentle as me,
and i wish to be even more gentle.
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