I cried,
opening the gates,
the elements tarnishing the gilded streets,
whitewashing my proud gray masonry.
I laughed at the wit,
sincerely captivated in the cleverness,
and quipped, ever so quickly,
a dance of words,
no meat, but something to fill the time.
And then I reveal the Truth of who I am,
and she cast it aside,
repulsed in all that was me.

Christina Strigas

Open up your portal
lead me into
your golden streets
and grey walls
laugh at all my witty jokes
and comments
keep up with me
give me a comeback
adjectives, nouns
anything will do.
Show me your ugliness
I will embrace it
as long as it is a part if you.

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