I am not the image I see in the mirror, I am
the person I live with inside my body
inside my head, a person I know
better than I know the world I walk through
she is an it once dressed in costumes
sewn for a mincing simpering doll
she broke the mirror, junked the mask
burst through the curtain shouting I don’t
know what I am except that I am not
what you ordered, what is I is not what
was asked for, what is I exists apart
from anything & anyone I've met
some find a place in the world, I fail to
imagine what such a place might be
apart then, apart now, by myself always
will not be, not then, not now, not ever
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