a poem .

i was not created for the meek or mild .
i am hot sauce on a toddler's tongue .
i am hips, thighs, a smile, and eyes
w i d e
and stretched with the wisdom of grey-haired ancestors .

the 'experience of me'
is not for
the hazy of heart .
after years of feeling my inner walls,
i have found the light switch .
you still soul search .

i am an alto note
in a stack of sopranos .
grounded like gravel
& taken
for granted .

yet & still, I'm shining .
yet & still, I'll shine .

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