not a girl, an unnatural

in the moment i am proud

of my family

it is of being the last;

the self-made man born

with my grandfathers’ curls

(how can i tame this? this, this instinct to prey upon the weakness that is my humanity? the anesthetized unnature that is my only truth?)

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