i am at the beck and call of no man.
and shld i be?
theres not a woman on this earth knows more
bout me than me,
only the universe can, and rightly say one word
about it
the universe can since its as many songs by
verse and flows all about me as within me
i rise.
to the occasional:
thru poetry alone i survive.
flood warning bridge may ice before i do melt
my words decide way before i do.
poetry wooed and plagued me her sultry ways
killen the whole time i turned into her
like a chair leg
into the knee of affable
affinity
the old ineffible my divinity. i did not pardon
myself. i was that much obliged.
thru poetry alone i survive.
flood warning bridge may ice before i do melt
my words decide way before i do.
poetry wooed and plagued me her sultry ways
killen the whole time i turned into her
like a chair leg
into the knee of affable
affinity
the old ineffible my divinity. i did not pardon
myself. i was that much obliged.
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