When
I was born, I was an untouched square. Then—life happened.
Crumpled,
torn, ripped, and shorn: all providing experience.
Crumpling
helps me find courage, when afraid, to speak out against atrocities.
Tearing
strengthens me against weakness when I want to fall apart.
Ripping
to bits proves that I can pull myself together; no matter how impossible it may
seem.
Now,
I am in the midst of my shearing: shorn of pride, shorn of dignity, shorn of happiness.
As
with shearing of sheep, once this season has passed, once I have learned what I
should,
I
will grow more beautiful—pure and white and untouchable—once it is over.
*inspired by the children's book Perfect Square by Michael Hall
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