["The Arrival"]
I wore a diamond in the yoga studio
and it wasn’t just a jewel.
It’s watching, listening,
judging
and I was supposed to be practicing yoga,
but all I could feel was the weight of it,
this thing,
the eyes on me,
the glittering glances,
but how does it feel when it weighs so much?
So much that it pierces the air,
splinters the class,
my body barely holding it.

["The Measure"]
It caught the eyes of my practitioners
It's an oops moment.
But the diamond was busy, measuring
the greed in the room,
the thick aroma of jealousy.

["The Challenge"]
Why?
Why did the diamond conduct a surprise test?
My mind wasn’t ready
to handle the glittering gazes,
coming at me like ants
swarming a sugared wound.

["The Shatter"]
It shattered the class,
pierced the stretch of bodies,
tore through the yogic atmosphere.

["The Unraveling"]
My thighs, my breasts,
the soft architecture of me,
weren’t ready for the diamond’s charge
to wet others, drip by drip,
and soak my core in hesitancy.

["The Conquest"]
Dear diamond,
why did you choose my body,
to sit on it like a throne,
forcing people to see their downfall
in your radiating light,
making them squeak around like ducks,
desperate to measure your worth?

["The Song"]
Oh, diamond,
why are you loaded
with rich melodies,
singing songs of lifestyles
only sustained by night hangovers?

["The Addiction"]
Why?
Why are you making me
addicted to your presence?
My neck now reveals blue veins,
pulsing high
my biology tattooed,
my blood was drugged by nervousness
of carrying you.

["The Heat"]
My heartbeat climbs higher and higher;
I turn breathless.
But you
you are busy teaching me survival
through a heat
I was never built to handle it.

["The Revelation"]
You are ancient
when you turn me into a prophecy
whenever I enter a room
of migrants from different energy worlds.
It amazes me how you stand
as a half-devil and half-angel
at the same time.
Did you choose me
because I encompass the same mystery?

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