instead of ten cute fingers and toes
i was born with claws
razor sharp
meant for digging below
beds of banal banter
and clusters of platitudes
i cut my way into
the organic matter
dark and weighty
weaving my limbs
through a maze of roots
and knots of truth
they say I’ve always been a deep-thinker
a deep-feeler
instead of seven layers of tissue
i was born with a translucent veneer
thin and transparent
meant to absorb
ancient minerals
winter’s snow melt
vibrations of platelets
some say they’ve had enough
of my tunneling
and my deep dive discourse
they say it’s time for resurfacing
to superficial safe-speak
The Way I See It 
Don’t give in (although I don’t think you ever would). Those razor-sharp claws are a gift.
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I’ve read this three times in a row because the images are so powerful and your tone so bold. I was especially drawn to “translucent veneer…meant to absorb minerals…”
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Keep speaking truth to power! Your claws root out insincerity. Too many want the world to stay safe and the same…change takes boldness and very, very sharp claws.
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I love your razor-sharp claws, and I love the way you navigated us through such juicy metaphors. Loved the alliteration especially with “beds of banal banter.”
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