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Fall Romantics
Little red leaves organize scattered on the ground in geometric patterns we fail to recognize
Except me, of course.
I love fall more that I love myself
"Don't murder the flow, the stream, the book, or the poet."
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Pressures of Love
For anyone who's been thinking about Valentine's day, or not, I just wish so much that for once I could get someone to like me back. But then do I? It's fine to be single and I'm fine being single, but I hate being called single.
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Weaving My Hair into Strength
My fingers weave my hair into a braid
Twisting in the experiences I’ve faced:
The “girliness” insults
That say I’m not delicate enough,
The jokes about how I look,
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Mountain of Sorrow and Grief
Hand over hand.
One foot, then the other.
Climbing this mountain
Of sorrow and grief.
Desperately trying
To reach its snowy peaks.
You start at the bottom.
Then work your way up.
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Me
Always putting others before myself, I don't know why, it's just something I do too much and too often
Maybe I am enough, just the way I am, if I look a little deeper than just what others say they see