The Stars can't shine without the night
Fire doesn't look beautiful without the dark
Remembering black absorbs rays of light
For when I look In my mirror, my soul cries out, my black is beautiful ...
I'm ceded-I've stopped being Theirs-
The name They dropped upon my face
With water, in the country church
Is finished using, now,
And They can put it with my Dolls,
My childhood, and the string of spools,
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