Girls' Room- BWLG

But it's alright,
Daddy was out.
So we conversed,
Cross legged on the kitchen floor,
Speaking
-because we could with the door wide open.
Our eyes jotting to the driveway window,
Paranoia puncturing the pit of our stomachs,
As we spewed forth
The noise of revolution,
That breaks the silence of repression
With one subtle word.