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Nov 2014
"My story" you said.
I am composed of a thousand thoughts
all which scream violently
in the roar of a swift violin
.
"My story" you said.
I'm afraid of everything, but
the calm movement of
sugary winds terrify me
more than the words you
must keep hidden from me
.

You said.

My story is not the
sly way I flip my "magical" hair at the break of dawn.
It is not the "cunning" way I say
my "gentle" words.
It is not the "careless manner" in which
I dress.

But you said.

My story will not be
why you have found a reason
to see beauty in me.
Nor in the depths of my "yellow brick road"
eyelashes.
My story will not define me,
but instead characterize the
reason why I overthrew you.
C.R
Carla Michelle
Written by
Carla Michelle  Chicago, IL
(Chicago, IL)   
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