Never mistake my
Benevolence
For weakness
It’s taken me
Years to outfox
What society expects
I just smile & play nice
In my hand me down dress
Until I am forced
To remind you
You have no control
Over me
Wishing I could tell
The young girl
I once was
I am no one’s property
Hands like knives
Took that away
From me
My voice may tremble
But its fury will unfurl
Letting you in
Is a sacred act
I implore you
To disprove
All I know.
~Amber Comber
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