Refugee

When “Little Bee” enters a room
She always forms a plan
The best way to kill herself
Should the men come suddenly

That’s how loving me is

That’s the only way I can describe it
The only comparison I can make

I craft escape plans

Just in case I’m a tad too stormy
Unaffected by his summers

Just in case my young organ
Doesn’t drum, rapid and uneven
To the rhythm he’s expecting

Just in case his caustic intensity
Burns shackles ‘round my wrists

Just in case he slices a machete
Through my ring finger
Or sexualizes my right hand

Just in case I’m the exact shade
Of hollow death he’s been seeking

I can run
I can fight
I can kill

Should the men come suddenly

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