Four days late . . . Sorry. The rest of the poems will be uploaded today so that I am up to date.

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I look white men in their eyes in the board room
I stand up to my mother if I feel disrespected
I tell men off when they approach me in the dark

But with you I can barely catch my breath to speak, afraid I’ll say the wrong things

I put out the fires in my home
I kill the bugs
I take the train alone at night

Yet with you, I cant even even move my body an inch, afraid the moment will end

I hang my own paintings
I mow my own lawn
I pay my own bills

And still with you my independence is useless, afraid it’ll drive you away