what is real?
Learn more about other poetry terms
To this day and hours ahead
For each gaze and every word
Living a lie and creating lead
No such fright can take that of the word
Creating and deceiving
Those that bring it all
My mother named me strong, but never minded weakness.
My relative, but not ‘family’, name sound like a sewer, a reflection of my life, overflowing with excrement and unpleasantness, full of rats.
