To be myself
I sacrifice
Something
of the pleasure
That conformity carries--
Identification.
I do not know
what I am, though
I know what I am not
And that is better,
For I cannot see myself
For myself stands in my way.
The mirror to show me myself
Is hidden, waiting
Somewhere.
In this I place my hope.
Susan J. Skinner
June 12, 1963
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