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I Pray The Poetry; My Soul To Keep

I will write to you

as much bad poetry as I can

with out feeling

like any less of a man.

 

I will write

to myself

as much bad poetry as I can

to make myself smile

and still feel like a man.

 

I will write to you

more bad poetry

and deliver it with a kiss-

as many kisses on you that I can

with out feeling

like any less of a man.

 

For my man-hood

is not measured by the inch,

or by hair to skin ratio,

or by word choice,

or by other's admission.

 

My man-hood just simply is,

as am I,

and I will write bad poetry every single day

up to the very hour

that I die.

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Written by
matthew-cuellar
American
Published
May 19, 2011
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