Poetry

Me I Am

a dislocated shoulder
in society’s strait jacket
of arcane ideas of
who I should be
painfully extricating
from erstwhile expectations
and moth eaten misconceptions
Me I am and
me I’ll be
wriggling free
from institutionalized
lies and manufactured
rigidity

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