Brooke Mitchell Poet Free verse

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I was on the run from the sun. Unaware of the fact that WE ARE ALL ONE./ I'd forgotten 
where we all come from. And this pathetic writing fuels no purpose; an empty mode of 
expression...In and out are the same./ I learned that the day I came into this world. Out of 
one mother and into another. My mother earth. I thank god for my ability to give birth. To 
create a life worth living, I must get better at the art of giving.  And lose my war against 
thinking. For only in true surrender does freedom live,/ and in that place lies my ability to 
give/ WHOLEHEARTEDLY./ I must continue down the path that my first sacred breath started 
me./ The moment my heart started to beat, I became aware of this thing called "me"./ And 
when my brain formed,/ thoughts clouded the lense through which I see. And still here I be,/ 
a walking manifestation of the fact that god means FREE.

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