A familiar visitor in the middle of the night…
Daylight. Lips sealed tight.
No one will know.
“Hush now, not a word. It wouldn’t be right.
It’s our little secret; all right?
You are strong, stay in control.”
Acting up. A voice inside, trying to speak out…
Suppressed fears. No more tears.
No one can know.
Vanity. “Look at me,” her her body language shouts.
Super cool. She can fool.
She is in control.
“It’s all right. She’ll be OK. She is so strong.
The world doesn’t understand.
They don’t need to know.
“This is love; I told her so. I know it can’t be wrong.
When she’s older, she’ll understand.
Now I’ll keep her in control.”
Quiet whispers to a friend.
Someone else must know.
She took the step; freedom starts.
She is in control.
2001
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