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A poem from the book Loose Words in Blank Frames. Visit: www.soadioh.com

You can propagate their image, but they can’t yours.

Gazing at magazines, admiring every detail.

Hoping for a chance in society.

Look the way you want to.

Maybe you would survive the slash of the whip.

The flash of the bomb

The force of the stamp.

If you acquired face you crave, would you be saved?