Diva in Disguise You watched as I headed to(ward) my demise The tears would have filled my eyes If I knew but HOW to cry You told me I took up too much space Singed into my soul I can't erase Don't make Trouble Make sure you fit— in— I surely wasn't born to win For every time I needed space You said "Be Careful" Just in Case That I would step on someone's toes Or other body parts— Who knows So now I'm living out my woes 30 years in—and man, it shows Whenever I move something that isn't mine Whenever I assert my needs larger than a dime It isn't wrong, it's not illicit So why does it feel like I'm complicit in a most malevalent, malicious act That the shame I feel isn't fiction, but fact Maybe I'm meant to take up space Maybe I'm not s'posed to erase my inner voice, my deeper yearnings All this suppression has become concerning For you, your safety was in your small, But I'm not feeling that AT ALL The smaller I get, the less I succeed The deeper the hole, the stronger the need To break out of my shell And live as a whole And what you think No longer concerns me at all Cuz I have no further down I can fall One more step, and I won't exist at all Maybe you needed preservation, Play it safe, have reservation But this tactic doesn't work for me I must lead a life of glee The alternative ain't serenity and I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy— Eternal Damnation of the Soul I wanted something more— and now I want it all
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Published by Gila Daman
Latest release: Inner Piece: Decluttering a Soul. Also by Gila: Pandemic Poetry, She Pooped, I'm Pooped!: Motherhood Year One, First Comes Self-Love, Then Comes Marriage, and The Roadmap Ends Here: Entering Adulthood.
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