Boundaries
1 min readSep 9, 2020
There is a quiet line woman like me strive to find.
A road toothed with respect
without so much of a threatening effect.
Some will try to close harmless thighs.
Most will let galactic words die.
Others become that of which is most despised
Consumed in cultures that cater to the rich man’s burden.
Is there a compromise
where I can exude your wisdom
just enough
so you’ll be comfortable to perceive mine?
