your notions will not push me down.
i've spent my entire sixteen years
wavering between the soft pages of books
and the concrete.
words struck senselessly
on tired walls
fed up with your sing-song grafitti.
and you would say,
that a woman could never understand.
yet my lack of weight
says nothing about the weight of my words.
the slightness of your touch
you would think that souls
would do more than just question.