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Chest-scape of survival [282]
Chest-scape of survival
I wear these tattoos on my chest.
Glare, if you must, where I once had breasts,
not to remind you of what I've lost,
to honor who I am — and still remain.
Stare now at this chest-scape of survival,
the designs I chose to give me hope,
these flowers that you'll never pluck,
this flow of water that you long to touch.
It cools my thoughts as I boldly strut,
my chest bare and proud to defy your pity.
Don't ever berate the choices I've made.
Be thankful — they've led me out of the grave.
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