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Not this, not that
They never told me
I could not be named
That my true face expressed
Through every form
That my real body spread
In every corner
Of this world and
Beyond.
I had to find this
On my own
Refusing labels
They gave me
Of things that I was not.
I could not be named
That my true face expressed
Through every form
That my real body spread
In every corner
Of this world and
Beyond.
I had to find this
On my own
Refusing labels
They gave me
Of things that I was not.
Published 20th Mar 2019
Author's Note
Self-realization is a process of deconstruction; removing all the things we think or were told we are.
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20th Mar 2019 5:40pm
22nd Mar 2019 3:30pm
21st Mar 2019 6:05pm
22nd Mar 2019 2:46am
This is a really profound piece of poetry Monica...when we dig through all the inner constructs and start pulling down much of the mental scaffolding what we find can be quiet freeing.
Cheers...Harry
Cheers...Harry
22nd Mar 2019 3:31pm
