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wordvango
Poems
May 2017
the box the *****
challenged me, the bully did
to describe air
or anything
my lungs filled
and I stuttered
me
I am all I don't know
and everything
is infinity
your hate is real
your hate for yourself
take a breath free
hit what you don't understand,
hate it with every fist
break everything in two.
then look upon that
sudden rush the freedom felt
when an epiphany
is right between your eyes
he stopped
eyes crossed
trying to take it in
and kicked me in the nuts.
Suddenly ,
I knew what air was.
I needed it so much.
A girl drew near.
Asked if I was
all right. I said in
a really high voice
hells no!
I can't breathe!
she placed her lips
on mine
and pushed her lungs
onto mine
then the bully came back
and having caught my
breath , me
and her raced like the wind.
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wordvango
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