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Mar 2020
I laid down
my own mask
My face needed
room to breathe
I remember
I was once a pretender
Jostled ghosts
With paper armor
Kept the
truth from
being haunted.
It’s not easy to show
The world my teeth
And the ugly cast for my
setting bones
to be self-liberated
in the land of make believe
than encumbered
by collective lies...
Tanisha Jackland
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Tanisha Jackland  111/F/is still getting old.
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