Not a betroot. Let her be.

Let her be 

I always felt more 

than a vivid colour

a rough flavour

a gossip in between

textures that melt down your way.

Blood runs in my veins

it hurts 

when you cut me into pieces

burn my skin

and want me to look nice

as another dish on your plate

to conquer.

I feel alive

when you think I am not

I know you well

you want more 

but nothing is all I can tell.

- jkn