When I’m soft I get lost
And forgotten
When I’m soft you misunderstand
That my folding into you is not weakness, It’s a choice
My choice that I reserve to bend,
Change
And wield
I am not yours to manipulate
To your own end.
I am not soft because there is no toughness in me Or because I am without agency
Or power
When I am choosing
I am choosing
And now you think I am soft Because that is who I am.
I will not be lost in your idea of my softness
Because I am kind and you think it’s all I am
When I am as cruel and as crooked as I have always been When I am soft I get lost.
I won’t be lost.
