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Meike Do Poem
my skin doesn't fit me.
it looks like it does from afar
but its all gooey and
it doesn't hug me in all the right ways.
but then again is it like that
for everyone or are my senses undeceiving?
is it tailored for everyone but
me?
or is it imposter syndrome and its just my
desire to be
diFferent"
i will know once i'm inside the skin of
another
until then i will feel unsolved and lost
never forgiving my flesh for being a
bad
foundation.
Copyright © meike Do | Year Posted 2025
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Meike Do Poem
I walk the path I usually do
on the left side of the fence
Running on the right side there’s you
irrational and without sense.
Hence,
I stop
Make myself small,
And wonder
What if once more the fence were a wall?
In my mind, a memoir of fracture
And there it is, that echoing answer.
So I keep walking
Do not want to catch your attention
But just enough to catch you stalling
Can you not feel the tension?
Prevention
It’s clawing on my heart,
As if I could have changed it
You won’t believe it anyway
My memories, they never fit
Used to run like you
Didn’t know where to
Now you’re dancing
Or jumping or flying
And then you start chanting
And only I hear you crying
Copyright © meike Do | Year Posted 2025
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