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I’m Me Again
I’m Me againBirthing days are overMy tommy – almost flatWith face caked with potty.I’m still young. I’m Me againFirst, I prime my face, conceal itThen with a foundation, again I find itAs if it were lost in the first placeFriends tell me, I’m still… Continue Reading “I’m Me Again”
O Woman
“O woman,father says natural is beautifulso why do you redden your cheeksand blacken your eyes?Why do you remove the hair on your legsand draw them into your brows?Why do you hold your breathlest your stomach showand hold your fartlest they knowthat you’re a human?… Continue Reading “O Woman”
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