The Scissor People

And all my hopes hang
By a thread as
Others threaten scissors and
Accuse me of
Not being me.  What
Can I do?  I
Strand and strand, am
Threading daily all my
Life into one good
Tapestry, and they
Harass me, they
Say I am not true, they
Wield their scissors
Gleefully and wait
To cut my life in two.
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