Enter the self
Beyond the limits imposed by the self
Or others
Mama was wrong
Limits boundaries borders
Fabricated by self-doubt
Mama was wrong
Not the one nurtured for praise
The self is my self
Brewing beneath the surface
Inappropriately exposed
Uncomfortable in the world
Enter the self that is mine
Beyond the limits
Mama was wrong
Cutting and pasting
A cardboard doll
Pasting over the real
Mama was wrong
Paper burns

Paper burns
Mama was wrong
A cardboard doll
Cutting and pasting
Mama was wrong
Beyond the limits
Enter the self that is mine
Uncomfortable in the world
Inappropriately exposed
Brewing beneath the surface
The self is my self
Not the one nurtured for praise
Mama was wrong
Fabricated by self-doubt
Limits boundaries borders
Mama was wrong
Or others
Beyond the limits imposed by the self
Enter the self

Related posts:

1. A Palindrome
2. SCRATCHING
3. Touching the surface

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