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Apr 2020
I was left...
Like...
A gift to be unwrapped...
By wandering eyes...
A specimen on a slide...
Under a microscope...
Examined.
Studied and defined.
Known.
Every inch of me...
Nothing sacred nor anything hidden...
Opened.
Experimented on...
Changed into something I am not.
Altered.
Not my own...
By my own...
But now owned...
By  strangers..
With...wandering eyes.
A species that I now identify
With and as...
From and because of...
For the cause...
Unknown cycles remain unbroken...
And...
Continue to grow...into...
Splitting images...of carbon copies....
Until it's the right size for rage...
And.
Thin lines of demarcation are drawn in the sand...
Inciting double dogged dares of spiritual warfare...
And war wears down the soul...
Not unto death...
But repair...
So that the poison dries and withers away like the chaff in the wind...
And wandering eyes are left...
To wander again.
~Say Dat~
April 2020
Milissa Yelverton
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Milissa Yelverton  53/F
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