Day 14 of 30


I was born behind a crimson veil
That was passed to me through DNA
And in order for me not to fail
I must somehow tear that veil away

Must somehow tug a loosened thread
Until the hatred hem is torn
To finally lift the heavy red
That’s blocked my view since I was born

I’ll snip and clip at every scar
Let fabric feather to the floor
To see us all for who we are
And see the world for so much more


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