My ears hear what others cannot hear.
cannot normally see are visible to me.
of a lifetime of longing.
Longing to be rescued.
To be completed.
Just as the skirt needs the wind to billow...
tied around my mother's blouse.
And shoes which are from my uncle.
This is me.
Just as a flower does not choose its color...
for what we have come to be.
do you become free.
And to become adult...
...is to become free.
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