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       Insurrection


       I am reclaiming my life,
       I no longer see myself in the picture
       you painted of me.
       (eyes all full of innocence and helplessness
       sweet mouth with only sweet things to say)
       So, I will paint over your image
       with blood and tears and dirt
       and all the ugly things
       you fear to see in me.
       For I am not afraid
       and I will not be made docile.
       I see the beauty in the things
       we have been taught to fear.
       They help me to shed my skin
       when it becomes too full
       of everyone else's taboos.