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Shred By Kaisarion

Writer's picture: Tin Can PoetryTin Can Poetry

What I wouldn’t give to be

A piece of paper. Something to

Rip, scrunch up, to

Scribble over the mistakes upon

The expanse of my page.


I’d cross out everything that

Marks me as ‘her’.

Hips that jut out too much,

Curve too much. A jawline too soft

To pass as ‘him’. The nose I’m

Told is my mother’s, not my father’s.

Tits that have others defining me as

What I’m not.


I stare at the shredder down

The side of my desk. If I were a sheet,

Just one sheet of paper, I could feed

My tits into that shredder,

Watch as they turn to ribbons and

Drop away from my body.


But I’m not paper.

I’m a person.


I want to tear them off and

Scream.

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joseph.marshall
Sep 30, 2023

I like this! The structure flows really well with a compelling use of language that inspires many interpretations. 🙂

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