see me

How do I escape
from
herstory’s face?
 
I grow my own
but
 
shall I compare thee…….
 
that blighting
phrase
connives to
make
 
me
 
invisible
 
I grow my own
arms
and legs
and the jelly
between my ears
is not
from an instant mix
 

yet
I
am branded
by 21st century
Limited
 
media indoctrination
and
peripheral vision
is not
knowing

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my camera smile

my camera smile
is never far from my face
it lurks down my shirt
and surfaces to coat any of my
un-happy-ness
it is a
subterfuge
submarine sandwich filled with marinated lies
and topped with garlic glitter
it drips bitter
tears
that at all costs
must not be displayed
amongst the worldwide dissemination
of public images

I am limited