Uptight
Upset and uptight
Wound up and bound tight
Broken inside
Shards clasped against the inner of my skin’s pores
Too small to fall out
Broke but sheltered
Broke but drunken on expensive red wine
Covered in silk but ashamed
This dress is all too glamorous
Ashamed to define my privilege
My privilege is not my privilege just an invite into their privilege
A gift by the blood of my mother
To a soiree I cannot leave nor do I want to
Waiting on my own wealth, not hers
My lack of, sounding like church bells not above the church
But against my empty vessel
Once full, insecurity asks me is it sounding too loud and should I quiet down
Unnoticed, it emptied
While I was running with the bulls
While I slept with one eye open
The wrong eye affixed on the wrong prize
Clasped tight in the arms of the wrong enemy
While I traded with the devil
To buy back what could never be bought
My life
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