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I'm ceded, I've stopped being theirs; / The name they dropped upon my face / With water, in the country church, / Is finished using now, / And they can put it with my dolls, / My childhood, and the string of spools / I've finished threading too.
Baptized before without the choice, / But this time consciously, of grace / Unto supremest name, / Called to my full, the crescent dropped, / Existence's whole arc filled up / With one small diadem.
My second rank, too small the first, / Crowned, crowing on my father's breast, / A half unconscious queen; / But this time, adequate, erect, / With will to choose or to reject. / And I choose -- just a throne.