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(After "Dragons" by Sarah Kay)
She waits inside me, this stunning beauty,
harbinger of truth that will soon be
said out loud. I may speak in a whisper at first,
just as I was taught,
tail between my legs.
But as I find it, my silver, sapphire scales
begin to sparkle from beneath my skin,
shaming the façade
I've carried for so long.
I sing, and cry more loudly and sweetly
by the instant.
In the fervency of all I have to say,
my tail whips out and
levels your playing field,
scattering your kings and pawns alike.
I roar, and burn it to the ground.
Game. Over.
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