I, I (a poem about reclaiming my body and my autonomy)
I,
I am not a continued silence
that remains trapped within a clasped hand-held coin purse,
singing through my whistling throat as if drowning.
I,
I am not a ringing noise
screeching over the night, like a siren,
an unbolted screw yearning for deliverance, as if your hand alone
can hold me in place.
I,
I am not a shivering palm
groping at the world, searching aimlessly for the socket in which to shove my itching fingers into.
I,
I am not here to take or be taken as if a body only has one use then thrown, forgotten,
like a naked, abused doll.
I,
I do not need my hair cut or my arms stretched
or my chest engorged.
A Study (a poem about discovering myself)
[They] have created an edgeless persona
one that is in constant flux
the embodiment of a pre-pubescent
being attempting to find [themselves],
fit [themselves] into ascribed spaces.
Spaces that need [their]
defined limits
[their]
defined curiosities
[their]
seamless shame
[their]
fearless naivetee
[their]
crisp discomfort.
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I find myself looking back through previous work, into poetry collections I wrote before I began exploring the digital landscape. This is why [they're] confined within brackets, to give respect to the previous self that had begun this exploration without even realising. Translating this poetry into visual images has given me a glimpse into my own development and allowed me to remove myself from the digital being you see here.