Unashamed.

I was ashamed. When they plucked at my hair and told me To sit on their lap I knew Something was not right. I was shamed. Was I too pretty, Was I too bright? I always thought “average”. Was the word That fit me right. But I was ashamed And I ran away. I did…

Just because I am quiet.

My father was forged with fire, if he saw injustice he fought it through he walked on burning coals and argued for causes by the time it was passed to me the fire had quietened. I do not rage against dark nights my nature is more amenable, even selfish I like to stay out of…