i eat the bruised fruitbecause i know that sometimesi am delicious beyond my scarsi am silent when angrybecause i know that sometimesi am capable of too muchi am fierce in my lovebecause i know that sometimessoftness is not nearly enoughi am frightened of myselfbecause i know that sometimesi am unaware of the pull of my paini am like taffy left in the sunbecause i know that sometimesmy vulnerability is my only asseti am weakened by a touchbecause i know that sometimespassion's fire absolves my impuritiesi am capable of UN-learningbecause i know that sometimesthere is no truth to what i knowi am evolution in progressbecause i know that sometimesi dream of the me that heldfire in her handsand walked upon the seasi see all of my future selvesin the doubt in your eyesi am more than the space between usI'm convinced you're really just very lightskin with really "good" hair. © Iman Saadiqacasual accretion : http://board.okayplayer.com/okp.php?az=show_topic&forum=7&topic_id=53911&mesg_id=53911&page=