I'm in your hands,
You can drop me if you want to.
Or Consicrate my body,
Bridge me to the holy.
That world that can absolve me.
Why do I feel so guilty
In this world that living with me?
Allow me my forgiveness,
I forgive Myself
When you permit me
If you'll only be my witness.
Call me into question.
Am I allowed to ask for justice,
To trust that I am welcome?
To exceed into our language.
Tell me that there's goodness
At the end of violence,
Then I'll take the bruises
And show you no defiance.
Can I trust that I am wanted?
To stop watching how you watch me.
To live beyond my body.
Call me into question,
My freedom and possession.
And we might even find out who I am...
I'm in your hands...
At First is always violence
When reaching from your limits.
The abrasions of each other,
Colliding with the endless.
I permit if you permit me.
I forgive if you forgive me.
Our interstitial body,
Positioned in the touchless.
Call me into question.
Am I allowed to ask for justice
To trust I'm separated?
Will you interogate
The violence of my sameness.
The hurt I've come accustomed
That Comforts with redundance.
I'm stuck in repetitions.
Can I trust that I am wanted?
To stop watching how you watch me.
To live beyond my body.
Call me into question,
My freedom and possession.
And we might even find out who I am...
I'm in your hands…
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