Poetry

I’m Torn

I’m Torn

Not like a piece of paper I ain’t one

Between being madam bossy

Having what I want when I want it

And waiting patiently for it to come

Between shouting out my mouth and shutting my heart

And opening my heart and listening

Between being told and being the one to say

Between being this wife material cut from a rare fabric

And being a hoeic material common fabric

Between being irresistable and being the one to follow

Between the strong willed versus breaking

Between being me and the other me

Between stopping here and writing on

Picking up or blacking in my phone

Between the altar and the door

No glue to stick

Still torn

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