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You can’t outstare the stars

but shine- the light is ours!

thoroughly objectified it seems that no one can decide

If your pulsing raw heart is the most savory part?

Is Solitude sometimes enough

to cure your rectitude, call your bluff

solitude sometimes

fullness growing wise

You can’t outstare the stars

But Shine the light is ours

Wearing your own skin

Seeing out your own eyes…

Stargaze under your own skies

Heart in the moonrise

Breath in mind’s eye

Nothing else to know

So know thyself and grow

solitude sometimes

fullness growing wise

let the earth and moon rise

bathe under your own skies

Heated red with tradition and expectations

They hammer you with words and their muted intimations

Forging you to a vessel to carry their water

They lead you along like a lamb to the slaughter

Body shaming, victim blaming, piercing, maiming, without aiming

Paranoia, fear, isolation, resentment, hated sentiment, no longer sentient