Sunday, July 6, 2014

I am my own


How dare you attempt 
To carve your name
On my heart, I said
Hands off. That means
Keep the olive branch
For drawing lines
In the sand.
Keep the idea
Of the cat and mouse
In your box of tricks and traps
Because I am a goddamned
Planet, and 
I don’t need the moon
To feel safe 
At night.

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