Grown girl, you downed & drowned those false sensitivities,
Constructed a door between your heart and the world.
Guarded the very thing that was once one toned & fragile…
Now a tapestry of different shades of red and ductile threads,
handstitched together to mend and heal.

There was a time when all were welcome.
Now only those with proof of identity and candid intention are offered entry

It was through the manipulations and hurts you’d delivered and received
And through the healing given and taken, that this outcome was reached…,
grown girl, you alone are your heart’s ultimate reform.

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