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“Life is poetry.”

“Life is poetry,” she said,

“Our senses are the imagery,
painting to world for us,
yet each person sees it
differently.
That is beauty.
That one thing can be a thousand
just because we make
so.

Our emotions make up
metaphors.
We compare our love, pain,
desperation, and joy to the tragically
beautiful things we surround ourselves
with, because they make us feel less,
feel put together, less
broken.

Our bodies make up the
rhythms.
Our hearts pound, our blood
races, our bodies sway.
Our bodies,
they are the rhythms, always
in motion, never resting because
resting is to surrender and these words
must
be
heard.

Life is poetry.”

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Human

I am a woman.

I am not made of 

sugar, or spice,

or anything nice.

 

I am made of cells, forever

fighting each other. 

Even the diseased ones just want to 

live.

 

I am woman.

I do as I please.

I will question you,

and I will speak up.

 

I am a woman.

I have dreams.

I am sometimes naive,

this I know.

 

I indulge in my fantasies of

love and of glory.

Of contentedness and 

the warm sun on my face,

 

I am a woman. 

I am proud of who I am. 

I make mistakes a lot. 

I unintentionally hurt people.

 

I love with all of my heart.

This is not a weakness.

It is my greatest weapon. 

 

I am a woman.

This world better watch out,

because I am coming.

Proud and tall.

 

I am a woman.

I am a human.

I am me.

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