S**t!

I have a heart-shaped bull’s eye on my chest

I’m open in ways you would have never guessed.

Be mindful when you point your dart at me

That when it hits, it hurts my chances to be free.

That night you first called me a s**t

 I kept my heart open and my eyes wide shut.

Yeah, I heard you well and clear

But in my immense blindness I made it disappear.

Later on, I had a thought while sipping my champagne cup.

It was so brief and visceral, I started throwing up.

How can you think that in four letters over a cup of tea

You can sum up all the women living inside of me?

I’m not the s**t you play with or the girl you put on a shelf

Because when I lost my dinner, I found myself.

It was so clear in the mirror that I could not disagree

I was whoever the hell I wanted to be.

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[kamiya]

empowering and beautiful imagery divine