Touched - Poem by Cheryl Griffith
Who are you to stroll into my life
With such boldness and audacity
Claiming with authority
That I am yours and this is destiny?
How is it your words
Are able to move me beyond words
and touch without touching
The very consciousness that makes me woman?
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