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Protection
Roxane Gay
Taught me its okay
To be the way.
Layers of lipids protect
The wounded gut
So that further blows
Will not result in innards splayed
Upon the carpet.
Fat makes ugly a defense
To ensure that what happened
Will never happen again.
Beauty can be seen in safer surroundings.
The eyes, words arranged on a page, paint tinted and shadowed on canvas, chords struck in the right key create an expression of the self
That can never be destroyed.





