Herstory: Asha

My emotional words

Seem to belie

Our beautiful moments

And that's my fault

It's not how I was raised

It's not what I was taught.

Hurt

Plants a seed

That flowers an angry thought

I know what I said

I know what you heard

I didn't mean 

To blow off that steam

I should have just sat down

Without a worry 

And been a big girl

And told you my story

The good, the bad

The ugly

And for that

I

Am

So

Sorry.