T0 the man who thinks I’m frail…
Bathe me not in your sweet talk
Cloud this head with flattery
Flawed— I am incomplete
Candor is what I need
Heal me not with honeyed words
But trace my scars and wounds
For I am my own warrior
And you are no shield
© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.
Illustration by Camila do Rosário
Tending the bar for Poets Pub today is Kim with her piece, Busting Clouds. Please do check it and be inspired.
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