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fever dreams
not the extremes the reversals of reality but in fact hidden truths how I became was transformed into my middle brother's son how I came back to visit and I became his twin youth with mutton chop sideburns and Salvador Dalian stache slender and reedy with adventure and cash how my male siblings stood speechless at last I was peerless and worth my salt living up to my due becoming a man or being born that way being what I ought to do they no longer saw my faults they were gone in that instant I asked then, of my dear partner of 20 some years what could this mean could he read my dreams was this something to fear he honestly answered it means you, as a sister, don't matter its only when you became a man you were validated it was only then that they saw who you were not as you are but for what they understand... that's why you grew sideburns and that Salvadorian twirl you will only get validation in your family if you're a man if Karl Jung were alive today I'm certain my partner would have taken away most of his business how he'd thrive and flourish off his insight what truth there is now that I have seen it. legal copyright for this poem/work and also for this writer Melissa A Howells and also for this legally copyrighted site title Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World 4:51pm PST January 1, 2018 time and date stamped. based upon a dream from last night Vote for this poem |
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