I can be my own divine refuge, with the aid of a paper and pencil.
“pariahs”
words written, they’re my sacred lee
when no one hears the speaking me
when eloquence hides yet again–
why are we outcasts called so when
where are we casted but inwards?
they’re my sacred lee, written words
(1998)
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