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My student – Cindy Baw

Spring 2007, vol. 11, no. 1

In search of perfection,
She methodically cut her flesh;
Carving her way into a vestige of Vogue.
Mutilating a magnificence of beauty
She remained powerless to see.
Unmercifully she whittled a wedge,
Edging her way into an eerie esteem.

She amputated to carefully align
Both attention and affection.
A notch for each imperfection,
Microscopic to others, yet magnified to her.
Her attempts to slash the alienation remain as futile
As an unsighted female traces an unsteady finger
Around an unfamiliar Braille.
Using blindness as a mask,
She fumbles around angles of her ability
And the aesthetic artistry originating
From a fragile soul,
Failing to discern the hologram of hope.

With pause—my limited power to protect;
Wanting to plead, I instead pray.
Then I place my hand on her hand
Fastening my arm as a willing shield.

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