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Hannah Johnson
Poems
Apr 2011
hot ***
someone once took a match and lit a fire in my belly
and ever since I first became aware of it I have tried
almost desperately
to find out who.
it wasnβt until the hair pulling and nail biting became a problem that
anybody taught me
what this fire was.
I thought it was anger
I was thirteen and mad at the world.
it was my right.
I thought it was fear
because I donβt know how to control myself
how can anyone else?
and then he told me
that my emotions werenβt the ones driving the car,
winking
knowing
I was trying to master stick shift.
since then
I breathe smoke
and sit on hot coals
and when I feel the heat
it doesnβt burn like
motivation does.
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