it's in your strut.

Sometimes. It's the quietness of the stare.
It's the slyness of the smile.
The awkwardness of the walk.

It's in the strut.

Sometimes, the clamminess of the touch.
The sweaty palms of the massage.
It's the long hairs and the unruly finger nails.


It's in the strut.

Sometimes, it's the ugliness that others might think that
exist in others that make you look so beautiful.
The naturalness of your existence. The things you don't let others see.
The sweat. The clamminess. The long hairs. Finger nails undone.


It's in your strut.