Reclaimation

The Lifting of Lowered Eyes

Reclaimation

I will no longer police my feelings

For royalty sitting on a throne of lies.

I’ll not kneel on a floor of shit,

To appease their empty, puling cries.

I will reclaim my space.

I will reclaim my time.

I will reclaim my body.

I will reclaim what’s mine.

I do not need to beg

I do not need to bow and scrape.

I do not need to give up control

I do not need to change my shape.

I am allowed to be here.

To take the things I need

For the first time since I was six,

I am following my own lead.

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Paige Graffunder

Paige is an administrative and HR professional in Seattle, as well as a contributor to several local publications around the city, focused on politics, business, satire, and internet sub-culture.




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