I know, that I look really rough,
come across as intimidating
spark, flame, fire
look like someone who does not need
anybody to protect her.
more fist than open palms,
more ocean than sky
but,
at the end of the day,
I'm still just woman
still pink, still hiding
still buying things
only because they sparkle
still hate my soft thighs
cry alone after making love
chase lovers away
and break
in the way vulnerability does
