"I’m a big kid,"
"I
can handle it,"
"I’m
used to it,”
I’ll pretend for your ignorance
That
I can bare the wounds
That
your breath does not
Make
marks on my skin
As you exit the words,
I
regard myself as empty space
For
him or her to do what he or she pleases
For
him or her to accept me as he or she pleases
To
treat me as his or her case study
I am no one’s case study
I
feel myself plucking at the hair of my identity
When
I surrender to his or her will
What
brings me to my feet
Brings
me to my knees
The
words I cannot say
For
fear of burns
I
am already a lost sheep
Being
branded like cattle
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