she gasps for it,
she grasps for connection
for self understanding, for self forgiveness.
She adorns her wounds with paint,
a living gallery,
an exhibitionist, she doesn't hide her shame
she embraces it as part of her body.
She, the crossroads of the twentieth century,
Where east met west, left met right,
individual met the state, poverty met wealth,
life met destruction; meeting reconstruction.
She is juxtaposition,
contradiction, superposition.
She is a lesson,
a warning, a hope and a calling.
No matter your past, no matter your imperfections,
you too can be a beacon of hope and reconciliation.
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