The Gardener
What grew in that garden,
I had to abandon.
Seeds had been planted,
& they manifested.
Thoughts become action,
pleasure, & satisfaction.
Didn't know who I was,
not even a fraction.
Imposter syndrome,
took over the dome.
A fallible clone.
Scared to be alone.
An imitation of men.
Who are of my kin.
Lossed in their skin.
Going backwards to win.
The cyclical nature,
Of filling the void.
Treating women as toys.
Keeping men as boys.
Accept ourselves.
Align our body & mind.
And you’ll be fine because
you're the gardener this time.
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