'Spirit Dancers'
we pull back layers and expose them to the eyes of an unforgiving mother who passes her cancer on to you with a kiss and a blade stand naked in the cold wind that whispers of your faults and you believe the lies they tell you that you're ugly and inadequate can you see your reflection in my bloodshot eyes goddesses of the moons and stars of your faraway nexus nebulous with white light in your eyes from a shattered dream or two you rise above the ashes your fire doused by your tears blind to your own beauty don't listen to the ghoststhis is dedicated to those who feel ugly unworthy, even though you glow kisskisss... you are always loved Written February 20th, 2002 © on Feb 20 2002 11:21 AM PST 18 • 0 • 13
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"we pull back layers and expose them..."