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By Florence CrumPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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There are so many windows to my soul

Leaving me feeling over-exposed

Like I can’t even touch my own body

Because too many people have control.

I’m tryna relax and release

To detox and unbox

But no matter what I try

I still can’t deny that my soul belongs

To everyone but the lady in this lie.

I lied... I’m not over controlled

I’m not over exposed

I’m not trying to detox nor save my soul

I’m just in my feelings

You know that kind of zone

The overdramatic wishing I was all alone.

The windows to my soul

That’s the honest truth

I have so many that I can’t even believe it’s true

I give it away, my soul

Through all these windows, they’re conduits to my own self uncontrolled

I don’t waiver between kept or not

I give others access because I fear I cannot

Responsibly handle the responsibility of me

So I give others access to handle me for me

I give them my love, my sex, my intellect and my pride

My tears and my joys and my sexy hips swaying from side to side

I give them parts of me they want

These windows to my soul that shows them reflections of me they want to hold

Deep in their minds, in their hearts in their arms

So as long as my windows are open and exposed my soul will always be

Will always be

Will always belong to anyone but me.

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