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This story is No. 4 in the series "Acts of Randomness". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Here are some poems about how the slayer, the doctor, and others might see the world and some possible spells I created... No, to my knowledge the spells don't work. Have fun! I doubt this will ever be marked finished.

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Multiple Crossings > GeneralGenuka + 1 otherFR7193,089081,17811 Mar 1016 Apr 12Yes

"Seen but not known" by HappyWonKinobi

A/n: HappyWonKinobi came to me with this poem and as I understand where he's coming from I thought it was a fitting addition.

"Seen but not known" by HappyWonKinobi

I am seen, but not known.
People name me, sometimes with fear, sometimes with awe, but always without knowledge.
People admire me, want me, but do not know why I am distant, for they do not see.
I am seen, but not known.
I am recognized as I blaze down a hallway, and I am smiled at by many,
But when I smile, they see nothing of my shadows, my dark secrets, and secret wishes.
Sometimes I wonder who would mourn me if I died, and who would jump for joy.
I am seen, but not known.
People smile, people frown, people laugh, and people cry.
But people only see what I do, not what I am.
I laugh with the rest, but know that no one sees the tears.

I am a scourge, but made of fine china.
I am a hero, but the sun weeps in shame.
I am a villain, but the moon weeps in pain.
My uncle seeks to give me a mate to distract me,
My mother seeks to coddle me from our shared pain,
My brothers seek to recruit me,
And I say, "To Hell with it! Just let me die [maimed / maimed alone / alone!"

I am Morgan deWest, demolitions of SG-1,
Frightened by much but never kept from keeping my teammates alive.
I am Frey'r,
A woman controlling a Goa'uld inside my head while keeping it from suicide.
I am Ashley Director,
A daughter bereft of a father and never given a chance.
I am Lady Genevieve,
A woman of riches who realized that 'sorry' will never be anything more than a band-aid to a wound that needs surgical scars.
I am Shego,
A thief of the world who lost an enemy, one who could never be replaced and felt more like family than a sister ever could.
I am a human,
An unstable specimen who witnessed the loss of close family firsthand, and wishes she could replace those who died for her mistakes.

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