Divinity in motion affinity for combustion; to bare your greatness is a shameful affair to outshine, outrun, or out speak Adam– one to which you could never compare. Be strong they say be still; be fragile, quiet, small, available be all of this for it is his will. Good girls don’t combust yet blindly trust, the faith of my freedom, expression, and identity unbeknown to even the likes of many, so I’ll be still waiting to be desired– mired in pretense, sickness, greatness, and liars. But what can I do its the crown I bear. Like so many girls with the burden to share.