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Beneath the surface,

under the swagger,

behind the pearly whites,

beyond the shattering, shaming,

self-slamming, demeaning,

is ourselves.


Our years of layers,

thick, rich, creamy,

like childhood birthday cakes,

prancing around — pretending,

when deep down all we want is belonging;

understanding us, for us.

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Perhaps Merlin,

but otherwise, none are mind-readers,

and connections forged are through the heart, not the mind.

Vulnerability comes and goes,

but who we are

stays.


Our savior, our grace,

stammering, stuttering,

but,

we will find our way.