The fog strips us
right down to our
voices
only
leaves out the shape or
the skin we're in &
even what sex
we are
we lose society's references
how it elects to see us
stumble around in
this cotton wool
& somehow now
we re-emerge
our selves
tentatively again
you most definitely woman
I made man again
white skin
embracing
black skin
nothing now
but
love
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