I tried to write a poem
About my unmaking
But I do not have words
For the pain of finally seeing myself
– so much less than I thought
Or the hope of realising what I could be
– so much more than I am.

May I never forget
Or shy away from this labour of

Unravelling. Undoing. Unlearning. Unbecoming.

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