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Shay Ruth
Poems
Oct 2012
Chapter __: Don't Call Me Young
How strange it is to finally be free
Like the freedom that tickles your neck or
Trickles down your spine, hot, like a July day
The freedom of spoken words
Impossible to contain once released
In the air, thatβs the secret
Invite it to dance on your tongue
Or desiccate your flesh
Scream into the air, scream into freedom and
Be free
Written by
Shay Ruth
Chicago, IL
(Chicago, IL)
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