Beauty wraps itself
around forbidden
fruit. No one told me
the rules or that
a game was being played.
Men hunt my beauty
even as I hunt
their strange desires.
their outer limits
giving the least of me
for the most of them.
Later, when I unbraid my hair,
treasure of my small universe,
I will comb through their secret sighs
searching for some sign
of what was stolen
at my beginning.
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