mothered by
my tears
i’ll embrace
tenderness
and
bear conflict
in all its
masks
and rattling
fists,
until disturbed by
none of
it.
acceptance
connected
by hidden cables,
attached at
the stem,
blended until there’s no
us vs. them.
parade me before your
judgments,
let not reactions
hinder my
poise,
and
may the tune
of embracing acceptance
mask outer
noise.
hands in the garden 
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