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T R S
Poems
Sep 2019
Up until now
I was born under a sash.
Held high.
By a midwife in a mudhut.
I learned under a tree.
Where I stashed the fruit of knowledge
beneath me.
I grew under the dirt.
In a burrow underground.
And found my first and second love.
I stirred and stewed around
before I came upon a mound of more folks just like me.
I made a life.
With a woman.
Who would soon become my wife.
I stayed, through strife and struggle.
In order to make it work.
I, sad to say.
I went on strike from life.
And bottled all my hate and love up in little plastic cages.
And I raged and thrashed about in moonlight on my bedsheets.
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