Not mine....

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For long have I carried
borrowed terms
borrowed frames
borrowed norms.
Living on borrowed templates
I just became 
an image a copy
and a lovely frame.
I was an apple 
without the juice.
All I got was
acceptance
and existence -
mere survival.
But I am not at 
anybody's mercy
no longer.
I can fend for myself.
I will carry on 
regardless.
I have it in me
to weave the fabric
of my life.
I know you will be
there and
I will give out
my heart.