Three faces to depict
my failure to fully be
a woman of choice
with a life that is strict.
Afraid to be touched
so I kiss and let them go.
Afraid to love
so I leave before I’m hurt.
Seeking guidance that I don’t accept…
so as I’m making my first step
I feel pins numbing my nerves
thrushing my bones are axes with merciless curves.
Nine lives to be ahead of time,
nine lives to be what I strive for.
Present myself in every way
and let my work replace my sway.
