The Form

When I imagine that I’m not,

Remind me that I am a shadow:

Look through me like I am a ghost,

Walk past me with a sudden shudder;

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Do not allow me to forget

That I am not a whole but pieces

Together strung, together torn

Away from the key one, gone missing;

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When I pull on my human skin,

Do not believe the frail illusion,

And through your eyes don’t make me see

What I once used to be – a woman;

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I must forget the one I was,

Give up the rights to love and to desire,

And find a fuel to feed the fire,

Which burns on in my heart against all odds;

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When you imagine that I’m not,

I must remind you I’m a shadow:

Look at you as if through a veil of cold

And walk right past you nonchalantly

The Gift

I will show you your great courage,

I will teach you to see beauty,

I’ll gift you with a smile as bright

As the Sun’s, round whom dances the Universe;

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But the wings I will give you will cost you your legs;

The truths I’ll share with you will be hammered like nails

Into the old, cracked, yet stubborn walls of your mind,

Built of prejudice and recycled thoughts;

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I will grant you the Wind’s freedom,

Turn your voice into a wild Thunder;

I’ll reforge your heart into one as strong

As this of the Earth-Mother;

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But the strength you will have will be tested each day;

The light in your eyes will draw darkness and pain,

And the love that will live in your chest must survive

The tests of indifference, of hatred, of time…

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I offer you these gifts freely;

I offer you these burdens, heavy;

Will you take them from me bravely

Or pretend that you can’t hear me?