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I was a book with burnt edges

and tattered cover

opened and laid flat

for examination purposes.



You read me out loud

like all my complexities

could be contained in a few

of your stereotypical phrases.



You spelled me out as if

you could predict my actions,

but I will not conform

to your predefined binding.



When my pages did not correspond

with this self-created fantasy

of how I should read,

you violently tore them out.



And when you reached the end

of your criticisms all that was left

was the spine of a woman...

with no content.