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Read Me

Mandi Roberts


My precious essence is poured out on paper
My lifeblood is sealed in ink
For you to edit and despise, perhaps steal
Critique my very soul as you scratch letters and add new vowels
And meaning.
In brooding protest, I condemn you
And glare at your suggestions
Which seek to alter my thoughts and conform me
Into your perspective
Into your dialect
I glare and observe your reaction
And then…
Learn to assimilate.
Because understanding is essential, even if it is skewed.

Read me.
Transform me.
My art is not my own.