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Dressing Down
Hold my head for me, dear
For I've been trying not to lose it
The words on my tongue
Are no longer silver-plated
No longer sugar-coated
Still there remains
Some sweetness
In being plain human
I do not wish to call it nectar
I do not wish to call it ichor
or liquid light
From now on,
I think I'll just call it blood
And live just as I should
And press my feet into the earth
And not imagine it's the clouds
And try to write more and rhyme less
And try to dream more
and daydream less
And try to heal instead of dressing up
Copyright ©
Laila Hussein
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