This entry is from an old poem I wrote many years ago. I had always wanted to create a visual to accompany the poem. I used found objects, ink stain and a sharpie to create this page. I hadn't preplanned the text arrangement, I just adapted as I went along.
This poem is about being a child in a fundamentalist environment, and realizing at an early age that I was less important then the dogma, and would either be forced to submit or be sacrificed, figuratively, to the cause.
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