We make it all beautiful
and glittery,
lipstick on a dead corpse
because some of us
have the stirring within
our bones but some of us
refuse to answer.
Why, I sometimes think,
but I was like them once too,
a heart so grieved and chest
so heavy from all that digging
just so I could lie in my own
pile of dirt.
Ericka Clay 
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