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Apr 2014
It could be the morning or the afternoon.

January or maybe even june.

The sun may rise and shine my face.

Or it may fall as the moon rises with grace.

There could be a blizzard that blows glass shards for snowflakes.

There could be an april shower that rains pumas and wolves instead of cats and dogs.

It can be calm and quiet and sleepy.

OR BE LOUD AND BUSTLING LIKE NEW YORK CITY.

You could be content with your life as a person....

I could be comfy with knowing im a mistake.

I could be comfy knowing that my mother was *****.

I could be comfy with knowing im a spitting image of my father.

I could be calm with bare skies

I could Have ravenous thunderous eyes as it rains pumas and wolves.

I could be apathetic as i blow glass shards from merciless lips.

I AM the mistake that painted a portrait by mistake when i saw your fists touch her face.

I AM the mistake that sings with faith and hope to the sun knowing that a better day will come.

I AM better than what i was and im glad that i am such a mistake.
               ........because in all reality...
There is no such thing....
Miguel A Barriento
Written by
Miguel A Barriento  elizabeth, new jersey
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