accretion of dark layers

on brightness of my soul

refuses to be washed away

-held by hands

which rule the world

-held by those 

who feel threatened by light

-held by insecurity

of differences being exposed

-held by fear

of negative consequences

-my embarrassment

validates darkness

-my acceptance

seals unintended pacts

-my silence

mistaken as consent

-my hesitation

becomes failure

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