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MARKED
She stood at the lectern
Teaching from restoration
Yet, not one audience member
Could deny her infection
...damaged
Tattooed from face to feet
Living, sobriety from drugs
No matter his freedom
He's always just a thug
...recovering
Pockmarked as a teen
She can still hear their jokes
Yelling across campus
Forever binding her with yokes
...weighing
They gather in the courtyard
Demanding for relief
Clothes clinging to frail bodies
Walking with the constant grief
...marked
Oh wholey soul
How far you have come
But no matter the progress
The absence of all you have done
...remains
................MARKED
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-26-2024
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Trudy Schrader
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