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Watch me, as I, appear before your very eyes.
Teenage girl?
You are wrong.
I am
only, the person who you refuse to see.
Do you see me at all?
I walk with the world in my hands,
and God between my thighs.

It does not matter who you think I am
for I am solely my own creation.
I took dust in my palm and 
I made the world
with you in it.


I exhaled and wind blew through the Sahara
Don't you know that I
and only I
cried the ocean from these two eyes

The reason you don't see me,
is because I am too large
too expansive for your small eyes
and simple mind


But that, my child,
is the reason why.
You will never understand 
My grand plans
They are over your head
and beyond your mind.

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