Invisible
is when you can’t
participate with “others”
even when you’re around them
and they’re your friend
your lover
when you can’t participate
in their somewhat familiar
histories: A thread that even excludes you
with their exclusive far right, far left
a middle that clasps at the center, that still feels compelled to dance to your music
but never knows why it has any options
Invisible
is when you can’t vote
even when you pay taxes, and you’re not a felon
and you fear going to see a physician
for GYNO visits: even when you have access
you fear talking about your issues
because it makes your situation vulnerable
to inquisitioned as a witch, a terrorist
a witch terrorist
and they tell you to join a group
COCOYEA 
Yes, invisible perhaps but not silent. That is a very strong and clear voice, intelligent articulate and powerful. And you are a fantastic writer. More people should read your poetry.
Thank you Paul. This means a lot.
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an intelligent voice; your writing here is strong and concise. i especially caught on the “clasp” of the middle. thank you for sharing all of this.
Thanks.
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Wow. Tragic but beautifully put.
Thank you…
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This sounds very much like the voice of an accessory. Very powerful writing.
Hmm… the voice of an accessory? Please explain. Thanks for stopping by.
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