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lucy winters Sep 2018
A box filled with secrets
Shackled to my feet
Gets dragged around
Everywhere with me
Invisible ink
Ethes the words
Again and again
In the form
Of so many things
A knowing look
A turn of phrase
From a private book
Between the silence
Of this second
And the next
One foot firmly
In no man's land
I stand holding
My breath
Boundaries invisibly set
And yet
So clearly defined
I have no right
To stake a claim
And yet
I am owned
K D Kilker Apr 2023
When I was younger, I
struggled with my aws
and ethes; teachers tried
showing me to form
my mouth and played Go Fish
and Jenga with me;
and those blessed women
just wanted me to speak,
and the more I spoke,
the better I got; so
I'll speak though I shake;
sometimes, a lot.

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