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  • Writer: Yaira Ebanks
    Yaira Ebanks
  • Jun 11
  • 1 min read

Silence the mind. 

Distance the heart.

Sever false truths.


She exists in a way unknown to you. 


Her former name slips away,

fresh voice emerging, it’s a new day.

Even the way she walks has changed.


The space between them left in the dark.

She shadows. She shades.

Lies nude in her favorite park.


Flips through a book,

no words, she writes her own story.

To the past, present, and what’s still becoming.

In her changing smile, glory, glory.


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