The Monster
whose lips are these
did they kiss
before they were grafted to my face
this attitude to the kiss
where did it come from
what cultural imperative
was infused into my brain
to tell me the power of the kiss
I look down at this body
ruminate about this brain
all the things woven into
my sense of self
that I don’t know were they originated
though I know they are controlled
by attitudes I can’t alter
the history of dominant needs
sutured to my ideologies
as seamlessly as these lips
as these hands
which send ripples of fear
through the global villagers
a monster created in their minds
moving this world
asking them
are your lips yours
or have they too been grafted
seamlessly
as you groped with those hands
(your hands?)
into adulthood
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