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Zaira Jun 2020
Me learning to love myself
feels almost as if,
I’ve never loved a single day of my life.
the initial purport
     this literary effort delivered atchew
to reed constitutes hazmat tocks sin
     within White House blew
per, viz thee president be

     getting a Hollywood love story
     with "Stormy Williams" despite brew
haha murmur, now dapper Don in deep doo doo
thus, this garrulous married pro LIX prone papa flew
off (like a bat out of hell)

     to his Macbook Pro laptop presenting myself
     implicating Trump as po' faux guise Mister McGoo
affiliated, confused, and explained
     being on par with Winnie the Pooh
especially stuck right tub bear arms in grr...

     Rabbit's House, now he doth stew
nsync, nonetheless this path a logical
     rhyme stir on the straight and true
composeing grist sill for ye to view

now, nar hating, hit ting
     private links provide attention turned toward
two thousand twenty presidential election campaign
     no Iron nee, anno putter opportunity,

how he diplomatically strived, and nearly scored
     to boast asthma, overt braggart, stalwart
     asper ideal consistency of cement poured
affiliation, aggregation, and attestation moored
prevails ma (Jack booted - magical) lord

     rolling back to Timbuktu progressive liberal
     Democratic initiatives star Apprentice
     sans ("NO LIES") being linkedin, he almost ignored
with voluble chattering class hud hoard

hobnobbing (with the likes of Missus Muir's ghost,
who resort to Matthew Scott's turf brand),
reconstituted, recycled, and repurposed, gourd
nonetheless Trumping protocol necessitates me bing bored
predictable feigned "FAKE" non accord.
jacky Dec 2014
I want to kiss a set of lips
that I can call mine.
I want to fall asleep within towering arms
at night, feel warm and safe.
I want to hold between my fingers
a pair of hands, and feel strong through its little bones.
I want to rest my head on a chest
with a heart screaming desire.
I want to hear my name
again and again, with a single voice
who only knows nothing but it.

But the only thing I want to be is to belong to somebody.
Own me, I wouldn't mine.
And all these wants and needs
will turn into something
that you would want as well,
that you would need as well.
And maybe, I will be one thing
you could want and need,
I wouldn't mind.

— The End —