Kamala

I spent so much time terrified by a book. A little blue book, filled with practical and profound knowledge. I was terrified of its pages, of what the words might suggest. I feared its characters, of what I might see.

I avoided it—at first.

I was scared. I saw notions sparking within your eyes

But I read it.

And with heavy heart and heavy head, I accepted the notion within your eye. Because now, they burn in mine.