when the womb’s beholder
slurs and speaks like
a freshly inked paper dipped in water
do not becloud thy heart.
when the manhood of your being
says you are wrong
says you are not right for him
do not becloud thy mind.
when you thrash dinner plates n’ glass
at the ones who you think becloud you
do not becloud thy self.
drink all your guts from a chalice of purity instead
and when they tell you you do not look good
when they tell you you do not sound good
eye the stars in the night sky from the forest you run to
and do not becloud thy being.