I became a poet
Because everything
Beautiful seemed
"Poetic" to me
I thought there were things
I didn't understand
That wd make the world
Poetry. I felt I knew
Who I was but had to
Struggle, to catch up
W/ my self.
Now I do see me
Sometimes, a few worlds
Ahead,& I speed up,then,
Put my head down,
Stretch my stride out
& dig
There me go, I scat&
Sing,there me go.
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i know my upper arms will grow flabby it's true of all the women in my family i know that the purple views like dead fish in Seine ...
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I didn't want to wait on my knees In a room made quiet by waiting. A room where we'd listen for the rise Of breath, the bur...
