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Jun 2019
God, as I understand you
grant me the valor to see the truth
not what I fear,
want to see, or want it to be.

An eye for reality
and another for day dreaming
a mouth to speak my truth but not
push it on others.

A mind to remember my messy tracks,
mistakes and faults,
what I need to accept or change
but please
don't bother me too much because
it's my time
to kick back, breakout and do
my thing.

Compassion to see
that reality can be hard or healing
and good or rough times,
can build with mistakes esteem
despite the screams and frowns,
from others.

Let me go thru this day not counting
blessings nor messes
not taking everyone’s inventory
and standing up for myself and others
even when on my ****.

Dedicated to my dad. I only saw you once for few hours when I was 18 but thought of you every day of my life. May you now Rest In Peace. Love you Hector and don’t judge you for doing the best you were capable of doing,
Marta C Weeks
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Marta C Weeks  F/Northern California
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