releasing & growing

poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.

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skin estranged from body,I remain conflicted,my own body a maze,a jigzaw puzzle :trying to put together limbs that were lost,my skin is a sin they say,don’t laugh too loud or smile,men won’t marry you, they made me believe my gift of skin was to be coveredso now I sit in summer days hidden behind doors,because […]