A Body...
I am notA Body.
Yes, my body is what
is recognized,
My voice,
My hair,
My eyes.
They hear and see
And know its
Me...
But that is not who I am.
Strip away
My skin,
Muscle,
Bone...
And find the
Heart of me.
The things that truly
Define
Who I Am.
Poetry,
Pictures,
The things of Beauty...
The slashes,
Dark artwork,
Pains of Reality.
And my soul,
My half
That wants to be whole...
And become
Something more than
A Body...
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