the dam is breached

The Dam Is Breached

Leave no room for manipulation.  
That’s your version.  
I trust mine.  

You keep calling me sensitive  

to dodge the weight in your hands,  
but I’m not confused—  
I’m simply not agreeing.  

I won’t keep spinning my voice  

so you can keep erasing it;  
twisting my words  
does not make you right.  

The truth struck—  
I heard it in the force of your reply.  
Pattern spotted:  
every time I open my chest,  
you change the subject.  

If you cared for the pulse inside my telling,  
you’d stop slicing at it  
with that scalpel of concern.  

This doesn’t smell of connection;  
it reeks of control.  
The mask is slipping—  
I won’t debate reality.  

The door is open,  
and I’m stepping through it—  
choosing peace  
over the theatre of performance.  

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