Twisted Spined; A poem
I look at my x-ray.
Gentle as S-spine.
When I said I wanted curves.
This is not what I had in mind.
I can stand taller than anyone.
They can judge behind my twisted spine
Never to me, always behind me.
A Janus,
And they call me twisted.
What irony.
And still I stand tall.
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Randomtoo many thoughts go unsaid. all of this poem are not mine. ©️ to owner.
