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Nov 2017
"queer"

shouted and sneered, marginalizing me

thrown at me in a blanket of oppression

you never handed me these phrases


the cold, wet cloth slows me down

i ring out the rags of hatred and ignorance

you so rudely forced upon me


i dried the cloth before it became

moldy and unusable

i have this now,

this is mine


i am queer
dryad
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dryad  19/Non-binary/Vermont
(19/Non-binary/Vermont)   
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