she is not a marble you put in a mason jar

collecting dust until you get bored again.

she is not the vexatious neighbor who you avoid,

tip-toeing past their kitchen window.

she is not just a person you pass on the street.

she is woman

the woman who’s lips touch yours.

the woman you dance with.

the woman who isn’t afraid to speak her heart.

so, when are you going to speak yours?

keep her out of the jar?

and no longer fear.

-melanie ann

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