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Poem Details
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| Title: | no title |
| Author: | lisah |
| Date Submitted: | 7/29/2014 |
| Poem: |
Robbed on the day she was born as if some finger pointed saying this one will have none. Potential lay undiscovered in a wasteland placed yet never grew. Make it grow now? Me who tends plants so carefully unable? Pruned to grow if I water and fertilize me will I? Am I a plant under my own care? That it should be so simple complexity lies in bare roots, a critical time. With a detachment born of defeat she does not believe. Can she believe? Will she believe?... |