Stains
Apple juice stained grubby white jumper
Yellow, blue, purple paint stained construction paper
Mud stained sneakers
I am stained
Reality stained numb mind
Dry crusted blood stained shaking wrists
Heart stained moments of despair
Starch anxiety stained stomach
Makeup stained smile
I am stained.
Indigo stained soul
Sin stained breath
Inadequately stained life
I am stained.
No.
Forget it all
My past offenses
The linear way it used to be
I am worth more than any wasted amount of money
More than the artificial ways it used to be
No stain defines me
Or any other truth
But I
I define I
I am I
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