set upon the shoulders
of a distant past,
Bringing forth
the truth of yesterday,
Bearing the weight
of the not-so-real,
And imagined fear.
What once happened in the night
is revealed in the day,
But you still don't know your name,
--Only your sex--
And that's because someone had to tell you.
Too far gone for a lesson in trust,
I'm afraid that where I stand
Is where you lay,
Immobile
to the light of day.
--Ocean Morisset
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