I
won't play your eggshell game.
It's a
drag
and
you can't hold me hostage
anymore
from
who I am,
from
who I am meant to be,
from
happiness.
Honestly,
it's rude,
and
you continue to behave childishly,
demanding
things
on
your own selfish terms.
Meanwhile,
I am
making new loves
and
they don't require that I tiptoe,
they
say,
give
it all you got, girl,
go
ahead,
crunch.
©
2015 Jennifer Wagner
For Poetry Jam: One Word. My word is “Freedom,” written about
obliquely.