How shall I tell you who I am,
with a light brush stroke
or a heavy hand?
Will your ears accept
what offends the mind?
In truth's bright light
will you still be kind?
Will you pause to think
"she's just like me!"
Or am I alien,
a frightening thing?
Will you be a stranger
or a fan
when you finally know
just who I am?
-Kim Dobson
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