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About This Poem
I Am Today
She is a woman alone beside herself
Painted with vivid words instead of colors.
She knows how to ask painful questions..
Staccato action in the faith of mind games
Driven by insolent inertia
And arrogance
And years of isolation around a dying young body...
A body that once belonged to her...
Still fighting to maintain her claim...
It's all quite simple in the explanation,
(All you pushy strangers)...
One flesh covered granite *****
Fighting for her life
Still survives...
No need to applaud.
No helping hands need apply...
She is simply a woman alone.
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