Emily Dickinson – I’m ceded

I’m ceded–I’ve stopped being Theirs by Emily Dickinson I’m ceded–I’ve stopped being Theirs– The name They dropped upon my face With water, in the country church Is finished using, now, And They can put it with my Dolls, My childhood, and the string of spools, I’ve finished threading–too– Baptized, before, without the choice, But this [ ]