I refuse to see myself
through your eyes
to let your lens
become my disguise.
I won’t give in
to its stereotype.
I won’t become your lie.
My wish for freedom
will not die.
You strip me back
to my bones
classify me
by skin tones.
I am more than my skin;
If you look deeper
you could be kin.
I cut you adrift
deflect the hurt
you sought to give
so I can simply live.
After I have healed
from your slight
I send out a light
to shade us both.
I won’t become your lie.
My wish for freedom
will not die.
(c) June Perkins
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Your four opening lines are magnificent in the power of their message, June, a message that needs to be shared.
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Thanks Norah. Working on a series of these.
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