For Z
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Z escaped the constraints of culturally-imposed confinement. I wrote this to celebrate.

How your freedom went to my head!
Unfurled from your prison,
Liberate, unled
You fled from those who would prefer you
Confined. Or dead.
And I still enchained defy those
Whose narrow self-imposed
Lies lie like whales dead on a beach

As hard to move;

As wrong place wrong time wrong turns

Tried to engulf you.
And so fragile now you stand defiant
Your freedom empowers me.

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