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The Price I Pay For Running My World
One of the most intimidating people is an independent and free woman who doesn’t need anyone to think for her.
These are my late night thoughts on the price you pay as a woman for paving your own path.
My hands wrap around
the cold surface
of my cell phone.
I pick it up
a strong desire pulling inside of me
telling me to call you.
It’s been six months
since I last heard your voice
the low tone
the soft hello
the ebbs and flows.
And I wonder should I call you?
How have you lived so many months
without picking up the phone?
Don’t you want to talk to me
hear my voice
embrace me?
Or have you forgotten.
My independence and freedom
shouldn’t be a threat to you.
I shudder.
The reality is
as I put down the phone
feeling the weight of it gone
your silence
tells me everything I need to know.
XO,
Laveet
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