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Mei Mei wears the same, “Signature,” every week, Silk atop a smell soiled – Mao, Burnt wood boiling frogs, And a mother crying alongside Ditch; Ancient and ever’ed, leather Peddling vegetables, Not so many sold, And atop something slight, Thinner than rice whittled wrists, Her red-printed tender Intended daughter, “away,” Under pink bow tie And dreams wrought a village’s Wheat and desires ancient – All they’d offer progeny. Mei Mei’d been born And Mei Mei’d be gone; All a grin, all a stage, Come left, those who’d know last, Stone tiers tethered past, And right, Others that’d someday follow; She’d only be the first to leave. And sure, she’d been frightened, And sure, she’d been homesick, With phone, “home,” ‘ever palmed, And dreams ‘ever determined. She’d shiver leg, wax poetry Big cities, and boys so that Dreamt be dealt, Demise, be ****** and “Mei Mei’d,” take on the world! Note - Inspired by a wonderful student of mine who graduated but days ago; grab the world by the horns, girl! You've inspired me, that's for sure!
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Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC
"Mei Mei"
Mei Mei wears the same, “Signature,” every week, Silk atop a smell soiled – Mao, Burnt wood boiling frogs, And a mother crying alongside Ditch; Ancient and ever’ed, leather Peddling vegetables, Not so many sold, And atop something slight, Thinner than rice whittled wrists, Her red-printed tender Intended daughter, “away,” Under pink bow tie And dreams wrought a village’s Wheat and desires ancient – All they’d offer progeny. Mei Mei’d been born And Mei Mei’d be gone; All a grin, all a stage, Come left, those who’d know last, Stone tiers tethered past, And right, Others that’d someday follow; She’d only be the first to leave. And sure, she’d been frightened, And sure, she’d been homesick, With phone, “home,” ‘ever palmed, And dreams ‘ever determined. She’d shiver leg, wax poetry Big cities, and boys so that Dreamt be dealt, Demise, be ****** and “Mei Mei’d,” take on the world! Note - Inspired by a wonderful student of mine who graduated but days ago; grab the world by the horns, girl! You've inspired me, that's for sure!
liam-c-calhoun
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Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC
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