i admire
the quiet person
who seems
content
to choose
what footsteps
she will make
without being pushed
in any one direction
by a crowd of bodies
caught up in the mob
there is a world
inside of her
that no one else
can know
unless she chooses
and she alone decides
how much
she is watching
the world
seeing the small
the unnoticed
and making poetry
i love her
because
she makes people nervous
they're afraid
she sees them
or is keeping secrets
i love her
because she smiles
seemingly unruffled
by social pressure
to be loud
to make others
comfortable
she squeezes honey
from a rock
paints beauty and color
out of a
black and white world
takes the blood
of death
and brings life.
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