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Freedom From Confusion
by
sEwL
eyelids block dark mirrors to eyes
that offer nothing of little nothings
as closed tightly they remain to me
in your lifetime
my appearance from the beginning
promised obstruction
the slouch in my jeans
a boyish cut and a studs swagger
branded this so
sunlit clouds become dark and ominous
words that once sparked curious insight
now thunderstorm disappointment
I am but a stone in the complexity of you
within these human walls
created by skin that brands me woman
my exterior stamps me distant
though sensual nonetheless, I remain
these verbal realizations of self
leave me breathless and free
the wondering misdirection of confusion
now slithers lifeless before me
though I am still just a jagged thorn
in the rose garden that is you
my essence remains a cry for disdain
because my closet lacks a black skirt