I can tell

Why can’t you see? 

Is it because I read when you look?

Search soulless for meaning in every breath 

while you take in deep

Restless while you sleep


Will you recoil when I do unto you what you do to me 

Tremble when I choose not to speak? 


There’s joy and anguish here 

Relish and pleasure here 


Is that all? 


Mattie Grace Levy

I'm a black woman, a classically trained oboist, a self-taught composer, and an introspective poet trying to comprehend my thoughts.

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