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A spirit

Beamed into a temple coded with X, Y, Zygote

Seen through a microscope

DNA its architect

Eve of breathing, a long, dark, nine month night. 

F-this... I didn't ask to be here.

Genes (and genome) plot regardless

A-ching --oh aching?-- aching mother lets me pass into the light. But...

I been home, the only one I'll ever(more) have.

Jailed or free, home I'll be

Caped in the only flesh my spirit has known

Elementary, my dear Watson

Eminently so

Anybody would know, it's my body (my choice)

Oh...yeah? Some try to dictate. And it's not just the laws, it's the mores, customs, traditions 

Penalize meh, shun meh, ridicule meh

Curate your list of "what is acceptable and what isn't"

Argue, lament, legislate, lie

Esoteric takes, words that break

Teeming with hate and fear, spewing vitriol dressed up as care. And yet

You are without and I am within. I rule and roam this kingdom bordered by skin.

Vehicle it is, cause it takes me about. Despite its aches and groans, never put out.

Duh! Blew me into into this space to make it my own; with energy for years (numbering) three score and ten, sometimes less and sometimes more.

X, Y chromosomes. I bet

Zekiel knows, bones to bones... add sinews, add flesh, add skin: bones, dense; sinews, long & slim; flesh, athletic & thin; skin, black skin.

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