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mûre
Poems
May 2012
Blackbelt Bachelor
At the end of my name
follow three letters
right now they spell
"mop".
folks say it ain't the
way it used to be
jobs- like there's even such a thing as
"beneath me".
I'm a clever little phoenix
I have my flight plan
not an android, nor
academia didn't make me
Galatea
I can wait and remember
I can serve you an ice cream
without forfeiting intellect in
a flurry of sugar cones
I pick my battles gracefully
so I remember what I was taught.
Curl up.
Pay rent.
Rebirth,
then-
pounce
.
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mûre
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