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Mother grabs me, leaving bruises on my skin.
My veins release blood deep from within.
Like times before, I know that she'll win.
My dear mother has grown sick with sin.
Closing in
From every corner
All the fire touches
Is consumed.
For if we cannot trust The Flame
Then whom?
We fill our lungs with oxygen we force feed ourselves
telling ourselves it's the lack of knowledge that creates such a brutal field to this world
You might know me as an athlete
Because you never see me tired
You might see me as a smart person
But I know what my mind desire
Thinking you know me
Alicia Keys, “This Girl Is On Fire”
Just write, I say
Images of you clutter my mind.
Images of us, writing together.
In that time and space, I felt free.
And then,
I pushed you away.
Away from everything I loved.
A woman
A beauty in an embroidered frame
The master of embassy, its creator
That mirror beckons her name, playfully
Poetry is its own person
It doesn't fit into the "norms" of writing
It's flexible, bendable, shapeable
It's ready to mold itself into what it wants to be
Poetry is my teacher
She knows me inside out
Poetry bore my soul
She tore my heart right out
Poetry scoffs bitterly
For I am such a fool
She shakes her haughty head
Your lies penetrate my mind like a bullet hitting its target and I'm sorry I got you defensive I know my questions seem pretty intensive but its the smirk across your face that keeps me from progressing, I never knew what made you aggressi
