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I am more than the sum of my parts;
More than the twisted tendrils encircling my toughened visage,
More than the starry gleam caught in my wide, wanderlust eyes,
More than the curved silhouette of my soulful lips,

More than my raw, spitfire attitude,
More than my demons lurking deep within the closet,
More than my tumultuous past framing my ambiguous future,
More than my unrelenting battle for liberty, for peace, for equality.

I am whole:
A whole, wonderful, woman
Who speaks a world of culture
In a single syllable:
Love;
And—despite your bigoted view of who I am and who I’m not—
I am more.

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