interlocking fingers
intertwine their way
through my hair
and my thoughts are seeping on out
like pretty words behind empty thoughts
sometimes people do not
say anything to me and it is
as if they are not accepting
and sometimes they do but its
more like rejecting
but i do not care
i have learnt this about myself
i do not care
weaving my toes and my hair into braids
that will crisscross my skin
traversing my body like railroad tracks
untraveled because i will not open
them to everyone