Should I share
the all of me,
the truth pouring
out like river water,
murky and unfiltered?
If I reveal my impurities,
promise you will still
try to soak in me,
what I am,
what you thought I was,
my solution
that is wrong and right.
I’m Amanda. I’ve got wide eyes, a smart mouth, and a MetroCard. And I’m not afraid to use them.
I wrote this. You didn't.