inspired by the words of Charity Parkerson
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if beauty slays
what might have been
the beast, then beauty
loses something greater
than itself
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the battle starts with us
inside these bars of purity
nailed shut –
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i can see a garden
built around the torn-up
earth, a barricade and
prison from diversity –
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nothing lives
but weeds find holes,
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they always do.
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© Ben Ditmars 2017
