You can tell by her
walk
You can hear it in her
talk
...
When I let my friends
ready my poems
I feel naked
Stripped of emotional
...
I fight often
I strive for my choosing
I wear fabric cut against the grain
...
In my bones
the fire inside
is burning brighter and brighter
...
Chasms of suspended
awarenesses
Unconscious joy versus an ever-present pain
...
I like to be quiet
Sometimes
I like to sit in still silence &
...
Don't fear evil
Look at it confidently in its eye
Stare it down until
...
Sometimes I'm a ball
Of chaotic genetic feminine rage
A hormonal Molotov cocktail
...