By Jacq Mayoral Olascuaga
I’m not the same person I was yesterday.
Cells I was brought with are now dead.
The hair from my head were pushed out.
Blood was let out and molded over.
My brain grew into something I didn’t realize.
Four months ago, I didn’t expect myself
To turn into whatever I am today.
Tomorrow I will be another person.
An entirely different person.
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