Girlishly

I do not want To be reduced To flesh, When I am A piece of Stash. Delivering the uniqueness  With a touch of love, I am a daughter I am a dove, I am a companion I am a friend, I am what you want  From within. Remember my words Till the thin Line between  Attention and respect Clears your head And lends a vision To see the beauty within. My wish Is an existence  To be fulfilled  Without a glitch Of fakeness And dirt, Coming from hollow  Character. Look at me And try to remember, How did you see me At first, Before being told About thirst ? That is the realness  I seek, From each one of us Who is unique. A revival of sort Is pushing from within, To pour all the love And care Towards the one Who keeps alive The flare.

I have surrendered To this night, And I am not Ready to fight, A battle with conscience Of unaware signs. Like a thug It snugs Into my deepest scars, To check what is Open ajar, Like a bleeding wound Needing tending From the roon. I look up At the roof If not sky, Calling to me  Through fog And smeared cloth, Telling of colors anew About which I never knew. This night feels heavy With a tightening grip, Invisible to all Yet holding every tip, Of my dripping thoughts And yielding wounds Awaiting an arrival, But not so soon.