My intensity ~ By Anguah Abbey

My intensity is not obvious

It will not jump at you at a glance

It cannot be read on my forehead at a meet

I have wrapped it in clothing

I value it more than anything in my life

It is my self-respect and my resilience

It is the definition of my true self

My intensity is my soft parts

The places that make me swoon and quiver

The words that make me tear at the thought

The one thing that can be used to un-break me

It belongs to me alone

I expect you not, to understand it

Nor to accept it

But you must respect it

It is the definition of my true self

My intensity is the lump at the base of my throat

The tightness around the walls of my heart

The bags of restlessness under my eyes

It is the despair and helplessness when I look in the mirror

It is not an over-reaction

Not a desire to take things too seriously

It is the person within me, being me

It is the definition of my true self

My intensity is my pride

The strength I feel in the pit of my stomach

The reason I survive every fall

The wakening voice in my head when I succumb to slumber

It is my Thor’s Mallet

And I wield it with pride and honour

I will not let it go

It is a Picasso depiction of the person within

It is the definition of my true self

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