FROM THE COLLECTION: Knots of life
Me and my shame walk into the bar.
She wants to sit in the corner,
While I wish to move on the dancefloor.
Me and my shame go shopping.
My boldness picks long skirts and crop tops,
My shame never allows me to wear them.
Me and my shame flirt with guys.
She makes me blush, hide and run away,
While my curiosity wants to experiment.
Me and my shame.
What a couple we are!
Never on the same page, yet never apart.
I asked her what she wanted.
She answered politely:
“Make friends with me. For as long as you deny our relationship, I will dictate your life.”
Me and my shame became a tandem.
She walks by my side,
And I got nothing to hide.