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26  Voice | Fall 2025

                  A SLEEK, FUTURISTIC SCHEME



                  By Lyan Isam


                                                               Sequins
                                                               Endless expanses
                                                               Of silk
                                                               Fur

                                                               & denim
                                                               Submerge me
                                                               In a world
                                                               Of carefree swivels
                                                               Where the colors
                                                               Marry my skin
                                                               & seal my features

                                                               With an illusion of eternal youth
                                                               I almost feel like
                                                               The motherly heaps of cloth
                                                               Upon me
                                                               Nibble upon my mulish woes
                                                               Toss them in the dancing wind
                                                               Where the world waltzes and whirls
                                                               In rhythm with my hair-kissed jacket
                                                               Reversing life’s rules

                                                               Into a partnership
                                                               With my necklaces, blouses, and shoes…
                                                               Almost a miracle, it is
                                                               Turning me,
                                                               All brown, meek, and mellow,
                                                               Into the master of a sleek, futuristic scheme
                                                               In one redeeming bellow

                                                               Turning prying eyes
                                                               Twiddling with their vain lies
                                                               I nod, and smile
                                                               With my peculiar mix of humanity and for-
                                                               eign cool
                                                               & peek into my wardrobe’s shell
                                                               Of various auras
                                                               Ranging from milky heaven
                                                               To thick hell

                                                               Then, with one decisive,
                                                               Cozy taste
                                                               I choose the outfit
                                                               That sucks away my haze
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