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Sympathies for the Preacher

I see that depraved preacher man

Spewing at me variations of hate

For knowing variations of love,

Male, Female,

Romantic, Lustful.

In the shallowness of skin deep I have learned self-love.

I have found beauty in my body

Where I once could only envision the brokenness

A gaping hole where my heart was.

For so many years I had to reject what I felt

Kept pulling chunks of...

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The Self

“You’re beautiful!”

I’m sorry what?

“I said, you’re beautiful”

Why are you lying?

 

“You have amazing hair!”

It’s really not

“But it’s so curly.”

It tangles, it snares

I wish it straight.

 

“You’re  beautiful!”

I’m sorry, I’m not

“But you are!”

Why do you lie?

 

“Your skin is flawless.”

It’s make-up

“I’m sure you don’t need it.”

You can’t se...

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Limbs

The trees are flesh made.

 Gauntly etched to form gangrenous limbs,

Skeletal fingers lacing outward

For the heavens.

Nails,

A multiplicity of fungal greens

That curl and sway about the breeze.

The trees are flesh made,

Blood racing within barcomulch veins

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