If me branding me
keeps you from branding me
("damage" may flee your lips
but never hands; you'll never come close),
I'd say
my body
art has served the world:
my fulfilled
aesthetic dream
facing down an army of red flags
for other women to heed.

If me branding me
keeps you from branding me
("damage" may flee your lips
but never hands; you'll never come close),
I'd say
my body
art has served the world:
my fulfilled
aesthetic dream
facing down an army of red flags
for other women to heed.

National Poetry Writing Month
Keeping the world immersed in stanza.
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