55) Teabag

I am dissolving away
Not dissolve like
Salt powder in water.

I am melting away
Not melt like though
Sugar cubes in water

I am not a piece of ice
Either. A thread
Coils around the bun
Of my collective
Of hair, I am
Neither not dissolving
Like oil in water.

The water is all boiled up
By the way.

I am not dying whole
In water
Like oxygen, either.

But something of me
My smell my taste my soul
Is slowly coloring the water
Giving it its taste, its smell
For centuries.

I am the teabag of humanity.
Mild.
I am the so called woman.

(An ekphratic verse inspired by a picture drawn by a french canadian I met in my travels)

This is the pencil drawing

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