The Empress Has No Clothes
I stand unprotected, naked,
my body shimmering white.
Unknown eyes peer at me,
dissecting my soul...
I struggle in vain,
to keep my existence
Intact
as verbal fingers prod
and examine me
from the inside out ...
No memories or thoughts
left untouched as
My laughter, tears,
and fears are
thrown out for the masses,
so rudely
so consciously distorted
and maimed...
With nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
I struggle inside
in a weak effort to
keep some semblance of
Self ..
I'm defenseless as
I mentally fight
to keep my clothes on,
yet good intentions rip them off
leaving me stranded once again
naked to the world,
unseemly
uncleanly
exposed ...
no privacy afforded me...
So rudely invaded are my
dreams,
my hopes ...
My life no longer my own,
It's forcefully
handed over to strangers
examining
twisting
what
they think they see,
what they think is me...
I cry out loudly
so sadly
in protest;
a useless attempt
to shield
My Self,
Shell shocked
as I realize
that
once again
The Empress
... has no clothes.
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