I don’t think you fully understand the power I will. You mistake my humility for fragility I may appear to be a weak vessel, But baby didn’t they tell you appearance can be deceptive? This weak vessel has sharp edges, edges that cuts deep causing you to bleed to a stupor.
I don’t think you can comprehend my grit. Unless I do not want to, unless it means nothing, Probably doesn’t ignite a fire in me. But baby, I am no weakling. Certainly not a push or walk over. I pursue only those things that will cost me.
I don’t think you fully understand my heart. How I am wired or what fuels my drive. My unwavering compassion and kindness. My empathy and generosity. Even at the expense of my comfort.
Baby I am all shades of heart and soul, To put me in a box would mean solitary confinement, And breaking out is nonnegotiable. I have seen it all, Unshaken is my resolve.
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