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I requested peace

But instead became fabric
Bought from a store of madness
Those leathery hands touched the silk of my inner
Feeling the quality of my chaos.

I lay
Waiting

I am bought
Spread across a table
The scissors
Those scissors
Cut through me
Measuring me like haunted opinions.

I'm stuck with pins
Slicked with sweat from my creators fingers

Why?

Why are you doing this to me?
I want to cry
But I am nothing but fabric
Sewed into what others want me to be

To do

To see

I am all sewed up and priced up
I am bought again
Although I am something different
My new owner puts me on
Oohing and ahhing
I've heard the phrase

“Wear the clothes and don’t let the clothes wear you.”

I'm going to wear this human today

The fabric becomes skin
Because my ambition is stronger now
The details and lines are my veins
Those flowery designs....
That’s part of my heart
I am human art formed by earth
I refuse to be on anybody’s cutting table
Instead I am a canvas

My skin
My mind
My heart
My soul

…Is the very ink of creativity
The very fabric of who I am
No scissors and needle will affect me

I am liquid

The threaded revelation that manipulates form
I am a new world within
A fabric of understanding, learning and loving

I will not let those designs of my life fade
Like ancient cloth
I will constantly be refreshed
Like seasonal rain on grass and flowers

I will forever grow and shine