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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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