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Apr 2017
I’m a pensive gal.
I don’t have pink hair.
I don’t lift my skirt.
Celebs?  Don’t care.
I don’t babble or shriek.
I don’t look down.
I wear baggy sweats
as I walk around.
Like most of us,
I grin and bear it.
Conversation—
they don’t share it.
To say my piece,
I have to write.
And what I type,
could keep you up at night.
Here’s where I found
what I’d sought,
to engage with the world
in the realm of pure thought.
Friends without faces,
(some without names),
unknown sexes and races--
words are our game.
It’s called “platonic”
because it’s the Ideal,
without society’s “rules”
we can type what we feel.
Strip away the exterior
and what remains is the Mind.
Praise the Internet--
in it I found my own kind.
Scarlet McCall
Written by
Scarlet McCall  San Rafael
(San Rafael)   
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