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Feb 2019
It’s not something you talk about. You wouldn’t
go bragging about the time you stayed up
all night and drank a bottle of wine and went to school
the next morning smelly and drunk. You wouldn’t tell

anyone how you smoothly walked into the shoe store
and walked out with a $180.00 UGG boots on
your feet. You might be proud of the fact that one
of the workers who was leaving held the door

open for you. But you aren’t going to hold up a bank
any time soon. It’s just so difficult to get the words
out of your mouth when they ask you “what do you do”
When you tell them, they shoot right back

“who is your publisher” When you say you self-publish
You might as well say you *******. You’re a one-woman
show, who does it all on her own. And because of that
you’ll never be respected or accepted as the others.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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