We blanket ourselves

Many layers of mysteries

Only revealing what we choose to reveal

Protecting our beings 

Judged nonetheless by those who don’t understand

Do we owe it to them or ourselves

To explain our past our stories

Just to be that book with pages

To be explored without judgement

Covers to be delicately opened

Our choice our time

Careful to not tear the page

Nor to judge a book by its cover

Read thoroughly

As you would ask the same

Wholly with heart

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