Mighty Mighty My
My tribe. My people. My country. My perspective. My feelings. Myself.
My, oh, my, oh, my, oh, my.
Trying to eliminate the I and Me from my poetry created yet another monster.
Words on paper, stimulating the little me inside who used to struggle to hide,
But is now out there, for all to fear.
My poems. My thoughts. My feelings.
On paper.
Be afraid.
I and me are
Hiding around
The corner now,
Completely
Terrified of
the mighty mighty
mighty
mighty
My.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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