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Poetry

Being Me

I wanted to know the feeling
Of being
Me

I was stealing
Sex from a narcissistic type
But he still came despite
My being
Me

I wasn’t that appealing
But you don’t have to want it
You are no longer haunted
By being
Me

They wanted to know the feeling
of being
Me

So they pillaged my home
Climbed my bones
Ripped me apart
Broke my heart
TOLD
ME
TO
STOP.

Being
Me