This poem, written after my writing was plagiarized, heeds Bowers’s (1994) call to use language, rather than silence, to express the emotions associated with the plagiarism of my work. I write how the act of plagiarism cut into my core and created a wound. That wound opened a space to see how, like Bowers (1997), my writing and creative process are deeply personal. They are inquiry (Richardson & St. Pierre, 2018). And they matter more than I ever knew. They are a life. A life that is healed with the writing of this poem. The poem and brief methodological note that follow it aim to open conversations about plagiarism in the qualitative inquiry literature.

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