i was beautiful before you recognised my beauty
and i will be beautiful if you no longer choose to see it
my creativity lies beyond my last stanza
it lives and breaths in my womb
and is awake even when i am dreaming
deeply
i am holy day and night
and in the swell of darkness
my flame will flicker
regardless                                       

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