Poetry of Self-Knowledge
For reading poetry so much
and so many poets, I am not right
if what I write is mine,
or them ...
My mouth is a sensitive,
speaks up in silence...
There are speaking mouths.
without brain ... there are
mouths that talk beyond
that the speech itself ...
Crazy mouth
I love myself,
I admire ... however.
I'm not a narcissist ...
I realize that I'm not ugly,
nor pretty ... but
surely I am, fantastically
live
My mother was
my first room
crib and address ...
After that, I came to
the world...
This body of mine,
I borrowed it
in a settlement
supermarket
from another nursery
world
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2019
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