My Alter Ego
As I made my escape
she faced me,
don’t come near me
I said, or I will scream.
she was wearing a suit,
hair perfectly styled,
taupe nylons and
pointy shoes,
she stood a few feet away,
said well how do you
think I feel? I was
taken aback---who was she?
why had she given up
her identity to the
corporate world?
She did look like me
was she my alter ego?
a person from my past?
someone I could have been?
before committing to my art
In my casual jeans
I felt compassion for
this other me who seemed
to wish she could
let her curls
tumble and flow
as she sculpts imaginary
images.
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