there are dreams women share
without speaking, a simple hug
a glance behind shoulders
an email filled with kind words -a knife
still hidden in her rib cage
they teach girls to keep quiet
hide the truth in their panty drawer,
don't bleed an honesty if it will cramp
your lifestyle - girl.
you were always running for a finish line that wasn't there.
your arms must be tired
all the fighting for what is right
wrestling with shadows as if the sun will
ever shine away your worry
lay with the whispers that
sing you aren't good enough.
scream back that you are truly better
than it all.