No more woeful versesof death

No more woeful verses

of death and heartaches.

 

No more pretty prose

about butterflies and roses

 

No more feministic poems

of injustices I haven’t known

 

No more emulations,

and falsely felt emotions

 

These things I shall write no more.

Only the truth.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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