Ajax's Identity
I am alice
a boy
I am in this place somehow
I look nothing like myself
I have jet black hair, a thin torso, long legs and sultry tan skin
I look good in all colors
my vocal inflections are strung like a sitar
I am more vulnerable than any little girl
But I am stronger, too, than what I am
These feet feel pulled off the ground
I am lighter than physicality
I am blue and peachy pink
I am dark red and pink and white
Above all I am darkened and made of anachronistic ingredients
My nails are sharp
My body naked
and I am capable
to float through space
It is all a secret
even posturing in front of the class
I’m still here
even though
only barely
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