I heard her say

That she was defective

Damaged

That this was disorder

That she could possess it but never act

Bottle it up

Hide it away as Lennon said

And that she had heard this for so long

That she started to believe

That it stuck like a cement

… but then no…

This she hauled so heavy

And a freedom from the carry she sought

Sensing my eavesdropping

She told me I could never understand this

And given who I am

Then I probably oppose

Reject and even hate

But there was no hatred here

It was something else instead

I heard her say