Black Sheep

Original Photograph of author.

Seeing the chains.

When did I become a slave to my conditions?

Like a flower

Always waiting for the perfect temperature to bloom.

I’m playing a dangerous game.

No patience.

Just eagerness

and a will to circumvent the demolition.

Not understanding

It’s a whole transformation.

Trying to live in a society

that’s crying for me to be

an attractive body.

Brain-dead.

I can’t find myself.

Until I see

only I have the key

to my liberation.

XO,

Laveet

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