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[i am seeking]
[by sylvia dykes]
[exclamation mark
uttered
from my throat
!
dear sir-
i'm not seeking
greener grass
or a sylvan fairy tale
from which to pluck
daisies
and create wreaths
for my hair,
dreaming of
princes or stallions [or both].
i seek reality
a purpose
integrity
respect.
if a red faced scoundrel
wishes to wear the cloak
of dishonesty
to shape shift
pretending
ours wasn't an agreement
he shall
look foolish
when i turn my heel
and face
the terrain
that comes into focus
in the cracked
crystal ball
smudged with mud
and murk.
i seek anything
contrary to
the abuse
lies
i am subject to
under his reign.
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