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I wore this veil everywhere I went
I was masked completely in it
It was so thick and dark
But I wore it
I remained in it
I was lost in it

It flowed covering my eyes I couldn't see
My nose stuff in it and I was choking
My lips weren't any better I couldn't speak
My ears were completely hid in it that I couldn't hear
My hands and legs lost in it so I couldn't move

I felt empty
Yet I celebrated it
I also defended it
And it was killing me
It kept me bound like a slave

I struggled to move
Like a child learning to walk
I fell several times
I struggled to live in it
My instinct wouldn't let me die

I needed to live
I made another move
I stumbled and fell again
Then came a tear
So little but it made the difference
So little but I saw a glimpse of light
I tried to stand
A further tear
It became brighter

Light looked beautiful
It looked colorful
I tore it off my face
Now hungry for more
More of what the tear had

Deep fresh breath
I felt refreshed
I heard distinctly
I understood
I spoke clearly
It made meaning
Like a desperate prisoner seeking for freedom
I dropped the veil
And took a walk
I walked away
Walked into freedom

Knowledge gave me freedom
Knowledge is power

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I struggled for too long Being who I wasn’t Fitting  my circle into other people's 
perfect squares -- into all their
expectations for me Their perception was all that mattered What they will see and say Their standard for success and achievement
I showed up acting who I wasn’t Like a dancing monkey under obligations to perform magic To gain their recognition and affirmations for being who I wasn’t Against being Me
I broke the chains and gained freedom the day I stopped looking at myself through other people’s lenses because I discovered people wore lenses tinted and shaded to suit them not Me
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Housed in a container Moved in it Identified by its aesthetics But sometimes lost in it Who exactly am I the container or the content
Sometimes I try so hard to figure exactly what it is about this combo Sometimes complicating other times compelling sometimes conflicting other times cooperating
Influenced by the countless conversations with  the inner and the  outer the seen and the unseen the known and the unknown Then I discover It goes beyond this container there is something about content
As adorned as this container maybe embellished with so much beauty the content remains the substance that give it credibility Beyond the container that interacts is the content that keeps the flow is the content that leaves  memorable impacts
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