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Naked

Tonight, I will undress.
I will strip down the walls I built so high for so long. 
Tearing down brick, after brick; leaving them to the mercy of my bathroom floor.
I will remove every undergarment that hides who I really am.
I will do this because I need to.  
I will undress myself, to prove that I indeed do not need a man to do it.  
  
I’ll turn off the lights and sit in the dark.
I will think.
 
I will speak my mind, even if no one is going to listen, and not just to hear the sound of my own voice.
I will show you my morals. From the roots that sit in the dark, wet and in abundance; to the flower that blooms from the tippy top of the stem. Where believe it or not, it is the most lonely. 

I will NOT, force you to believe them.
I will not engrave my flowers into the back side of your eyelids and leave gardens that you do not understand.

I will tell you, that you are beautiful. 
And if you hear those words dance off my tongue, glide through the air to greet your eardrums, do not tell me otherwise. 

If it goes in one of your ears and out the other, filtered away to nothing by social standards, so be it. That doesn’t make it any less true.

But my voice doesn’t drown yours. 
Do not take my opinion so deep into your heart that you can’t tell it apart from your own.
I will not drag you into the depths of my mind, that no one has ever seen, nor may ever want to see.
I will be your backbone, as long as mine doesn’t end impaled.

I will throw caution to the wind, and run barefoot through meadows of those thoughts I blossomed. Unprotected.

Please do not pluck my flowers, 
for then they die.

I know my place, I will stumble upon my purpose.
I will still find myself pressing the placebo button, knowing. 
But I will wait for change, because I can.
Because that is who I am.

Copyright © Annabelle Dillon | Year Posted 2021

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