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Later someone told me my poetry should be read aloud with the feelings that I want to be heard that my poetry should be spoken word spoken truth spoken loud It was about my struggle although mine are quite small a white girl in white bread world middle class family stuck in the middle of two cultures some image issues some insecurities being taught to be subservient and quiet Now my poetry speaks for itself it speaks with my voice with my will and with my wanting it speaks of the boys I like that I will tell I like them it speaks of the dresses I will still wear even though they make me look **** it speaks of the self defense classes I will take so I can proudly walk in the night with no fear it speaks of the career that I will have in medicine it speaks of the kids that I will raise simultaneously it speaks to the world that I am me as my struggles feelings emotions become personal the words disappear quiet only when I want them to be because I am giving you my spoken words my spoken feelings my spoken truth my spoken life and keeping a part of me for me even while I'm speaking loud
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Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 11:13 PM UTC
Spoken
Later someone told me my poetry should be read aloud with the feelings that I want to be heard that my poetry should be spoken word spoken truth spoken loud It was about my struggle although mine are quite small a white girl in white bread world middle class family stuck in the middle of two cultures some image issues some insecurities being taught to be subservient and quiet Now my poetry speaks for itself it speaks with my voice with my will and with my wanting it speaks of the boys I like that I will tell I like them it speaks of the dresses I will still wear even though they make me look **** it speaks of the self defense classes I will take so I can proudly walk in the night with no fear it speaks of the career that I will have in medicine it speaks of the kids that I will raise simultaneously it speaks to the world that I am me as my struggles feelings emotions become personal the words disappear quiet only when I want them to be because I am giving you my spoken words my spoken feelings my spoken truth my spoken life and keeping a part of me for me even while I'm speaking loud
a complimentary poem to I was taught poetry
zippi
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zippi
Ukrainian
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 11:13 PM UTC
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