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I Want What Is Mine. 

From beneath
the bed I watch them.
Inhuman creatures,

running around, picking
up, putting
down, examining
everything.

Long fingers.
Three toes.
Wrinkles.
Invasive eyes.

Paralyzed. Entranced
by those alien,

ocular silos.
Flood my truth
with your lies,

make it so hard
to understand this, to see
me. So I fight, relentless,

determined,
til I’m free. 

Til I’m me again.

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