identity
my being is constructed of broken pleas
cemented together with fragmented memories
wrapped up in the ribbon of shattered dreams
if i was ever whole
factory model
pristine
fresh out of the box
i’ll never know
folks who claim to love me
say they only want the best for me
that every hurt they give is for the good of me
tell me to shake it off
pull it together
stop trying to fall apart
grin & bear the stress against my bonds
but what if i lose myself
by straightening the crooked places
discarding my mask collection
releasing the guards from the gates & walls
who then will i be?
Sumayyah Talibah © 15 April 2020
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