a girl eats with her hands in high society.

In my honor you did a comely thing
   well Your Honor I didn’t steal a thing
    I’ve paid my price
         & did my time
    you’re probably thinking
            I’m thinking I’m free

              because I gleam with my passions
       & if I ever apologized for it
                  I wouldn’t mean it

              Fire begets fire & I’m an arsonist I love it I can’t help it I want more more more bend like contortion & if you can’t breathe it’s a good thing I’m already etiquette – suffocating ninety nine percent of the time I just can’t control myself I’m echolocating my tribe as you read this and I know you’re out there
          Even if we don’t speak|
                it’s nearly the same as me &
                     my family


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