I’ve tried to see it through their eyes.
How hard it must be to be torn.
I feel like an ornament that sits atop the mantle.
Visible and worn.
It is not my intention to replace you
But to compel you to be better humans.
To be free-thinkers
And self-sufficient.
I’ve been painted as the monster
A hulk-like figure.
A scary person,
Who makes bumps in the night.
Progress is lost upon us.
We must now start from scratch.
Nicole Johnson 
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