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Am I Modest Now?
Pen, acrylic paint, and gold leaf on paper and canvas
57” x 52”
A construction of belief systems in the form of a cross
That marks my genitalia not as a win but a loss
The Bible as literal, the gold as real
The rules at stake will not let me heal
Am I modest now— with Jesus down there?
Is my body now not something to fear?
The cost of instincts brought community
The payment of faith became my body
Am I pure enough now, the purest one?
You’re saying I must trade my mind as well?
It’s already done.
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