Friday, April 4, 2014

4/30 - National Poetry Month 2014

Whisperings,
once I used to be paranoid
of the voices,
not in my head,
but all around
quiet, but so freakin' loud

What if so-and-so thinks I"m a
what-and-what, or if
he-or-she says I'm a
good-God-can-it-be,
then I realized,
I'm none of those things,
so what does it matter
what you-over-there thinks?

A lesson, you see,
you learn
as you go
is
it
is
quite simple

just be,
what you know.

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