Starting to see this individual in front of me; she has worn out garments that were handed down and patched up by unwanted Energy being clothed by these harboring Souls a decade has passed and still yet she begins to laugh,and take on the emotions and individuality from the warn out garments she has; hiding herself from the world because they may laugh or someone trying to repaint my story because they listened to some one about my past. Running from land to land is a blast, but what does all that mean to me? The man in the mirror is who I can't see. I've been whipped and stripped of my promise and privileges from the people who I thought gave a shit. Tearing these garments off of me ripping the power that had ahold of me; drowning out the voices that try to control me I stand there naked in my own flesh; impressed by my imperfectness I'm drawn to the things that I see and watch as tears fall off my cheeks. As I  realize the words that the people spoke of me were only the reflections of what they couldn't be. I am no longer a slave to this world into the ways of society, I was just a lost soul covered by other people's identity. Now I see I am more than just a being I am a Queen.


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