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Dead, from then was I

July 30, 2018
By SuNaychi SILVER, Yangon, Other
SuNaychi SILVER, Yangon, Other
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" You are your only limit "


They peeled all my cotton and wool
Every piece and thread and scrap
Buried me into a tomb of silk and satin
Abhorrently squishing as they brushed
Their soft lubricacy onto the rock of my body
They wanted me to appear soft
Feminine
And squishy.
Dead, from then on was I.


They strapped diamonds 
Choking my neck with their wanton weight
That jingled a most arrogant tone
They fixed rubies into my skin
So deep that they were confused with blood
Poured molten gold over my face
And scarred body with glittering violence.
They wanted me to appear shiny
Feminine
And precious.
Dead, from then on was I.


They bundled my wild wild hair
Into an array of compartments
Choking the flow of the mighty free river
Rendering it stagnant
Its once roaring streams have ceased
Singing
In the sunny day's breeze
In the windy day's sun
The songs of a happy child have met silence
Silence
Reigns over the stagnant puddles
Of what is left of my 
Mighty
Free
River.
They wanted me to appear organized
Feminine
And official.
Dead, from then was I.


They caked me in white
White flakes flew over the mirror
Spinning furiously under the orange lights
As bright colours invaded my face
My lips thickened in red
My cheeks deepened in red
My eyebrows stiffened in black
My eyelids weightened in black
White, red, and black
Marketed their lousy brightness onto my face
My tricolour face.
They wanted me to appear presentable
Feminine
And ceremonial.
Dead, from then was I.
 



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