The Essence Of Who I Am

Sometimes my own body feels like a foreigner

I have to talk to her softly

Gently

Enunciate my love for her

Show her around

The marks and scars are here to stay

She smiles back at me

Unsure of it all

Politely eats the food I serve

Her free spirit is unfiltered

I don’t know if she understands me at all

Maybe I am the foreigner

I am the vessel that haunts her

M.A.P

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