I N T R O: Dear diary… They heard my silence and called it consent. That was their first mistake. V E R S E 1: I been folding red flags like love notes Origami trust, made it look close Kept my name out your mouth, still you spoke on me Mistook my restraint for ownership of me I been sugar in the cut, salt in the kiss Soft-spoken venom, wrapped in a wish Let you sip my patience, think it was free Whole time I was charging interest on me P R E C H O R U S: I don’t argue, I archive Every line you crossed got footnotes You thought quiet meant compliant Baby, no—this was a closed door C H O R U S: Permission denied I don’t need a pass to choose me You confused my grace for access Now that entry’s restricted Permission denied If I want it, I authorize I been letting things slide Now I move with intention O U T R O: Dear diary… I’m still sweet. Still slow. Still dangerous when misunderstood. I don’t raise my voice anymore. I just change the locks.
0/500