3 lines of life
I made a mistake this morning.
I woke up alive.
I am charlatan.
I peddle false emotions.
Mine which I am too scared to call my own.
It happened to me.
But when I write, it only maybe happened.
I can be everything I am in my writing.
I can only laugh at my foolishness.
But mostly at my own. Ha.
I am a feminist when in other people’s rights.
In my own,
I am a coward.