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Who Said You Could Touch Me?

You come up to me, and look like a complete mess. Now I can see, why I could care less. So many problems, in our little ordeal. Listen to my whims, and your mouth should forever seal. You come up and give me a hug, don't you get my hint? I dismiss you with a shrug, remember how are talk went? I don't know who you are, so just leave me alone. You're the weirdest by far, wish I would've known. I watch as you stare, oh how I'm coy. Is there something you want to share, you scary young boy? You try to grab my hand, as I walk on by. That's all I can stand, time to make you cry! Who said you could touch me, I don't think so. You'll feel me calamity, if you don't go. Just go away, don't turn around. Hear as I say, you better be homeward bound. Don't try to rub my shoulder, don't even speak. My heart grows even colder, as my rage tops its peak. Let history repeat, one too many times. My fist and your face meet, just to explain my rhymes. What a day, for me to laugh in your face. To your dismay, our past will now erase. Don't come closer I warn, to you I promise. It's you I scorn, soon I'll get my wish. Keep away from me, get your hands off now. Leave me be, your voice I'll not allow. Now you will see, why you were warned. Is it such clarity, that you are now forlorned? No one can tell, how I'm gonna get it done. But know sure as hell, you better run. Wake up from your dream, as I shatter your self esteem. Open your eyes, now it's time to realize. I hate how you always have to criticize, so I'll knock you down a size...

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Date: 11/19/2010 5:15:00 PM
So enjoyed your creative write tonight.. happy weekend with luv...
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Date: 11/18/2010 4:31:00 PM
Steven, this is a good poem, but the anger is too restrained ... too melodramatic. There is something deep in you agitating for a voice, let it out, the poem says genius calls.
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