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This poetry collection is the story about a heroine's journey. The road back to identity. Separation, initiation and return to self. The sinister price we pay for becoming estranged with our own inner world. It is a reflection on the urgency for reconciliation with self, for the entrapment does not have to be eternal. In these pages, you will find the full spectrum of emotions that the human body and mind are capable of experiencing ...passion, rhapsody, euphoria, rage, courage, hope, fury and an awestruck revelation...THAT OUR VISIBILITY IS NOT NEGOTIABLE. Using the Socratic method in her…mehr

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This poetry collection is the story about a heroine's journey. The road back to identity. Separation, initiation and return to self. The sinister price we pay for becoming estranged with our own inner world. It is a reflection on the urgency for reconciliation with self, for the entrapment does not have to be eternal. In these pages, you will find the full spectrum of emotions that the human body and mind are capable of experiencing ...passion, rhapsody, euphoria, rage, courage, hope, fury and an awestruck revelation...THAT OUR VISIBILITY IS NOT NEGOTIABLE. Using the Socratic method in her poetry to question the world around us and thereby curating a more intentional life, Mary walks readers through self-reflective questions: What happens when people create a world we did not want ... when they penetrate our minds & hearts? What if we have achieved everything we set out to do but it has come at great sacrifice to our souls? What if we freed ourselves but didn't realize how far we could truly take that freedom? Fearless Dimensions Her heart dances inside of mine The truth slips off her tongue fearlessly She lives deliberately in her own dimension And if I'm lucky enough, she might look in my direction Under Siege "HANDS UP" - "PUT YOUR WEAPONS DOWN" They Said. My body was under siege, But even worse... My brain was under social surrender My Scheming Savior My Savior told me to get an education But all he really wanted was an extravagant, wingless bird My Savior told me I could walk on my own But then he gently kicked a wheelchair to my knees My Savior told me to open my big brown eyes But then he delicately blindfolded me With his soft, nimble fingers He reached in and took my soul Because clearly my soul was for the taking. Not Yours My body is not your ship to anchor and sail at your leisure. My mind is not your possession to buy and sell. My soul is not your toy to fiddle with and break. Foreign Country Interacting with you feels like being a foreigner in my own country. Coronation I crowned myself And hosted my own opulent coronation. The most important people were invited... Me, Me, & Me