Poetry

What Is It?

What is it you fear?

What brings you to tears?

Not knowing the future?

Or hearing some rumor?

Becoming vulnerable again,

To these dumb ass men?

What is it you desire?

Crave singing in the choir?

Making love like fire?

Or simply become a supplier,

Of words to the people,

Who wanted a sequel,

In this ever-changing life

That feels like a steak knife?

What is it?

xoxo

B

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