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Ana Holloway Poem
Because I am
Seventeen
Female
Black
Hispanic
Misunderstood
Thump
I hear you
Shoving your fingers down throats,
Bruising unseen crevices,
Destroying livers
Thump
Hearts…
Broken
Veins…
Opened
Innocence…
Taken
World…
Shaken
Thump
You are the cries of the speechless,
The tune of morbidity,
The woes
And the
Foes.
Thump
Copyright © Ana Holloway | Year Posted 2013
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Ana Holloway Poem
I’m sorry I left so abruptly.
I knew it would end premature.
Wasn't strong enough you see.
Didn't really tell anybody.
Hidden from most
Exposed to few
Not even fully.
Masked by comedy.
The little things poked
Poked so much between my temples
Too many thoughts I suppose
Led to this manifestation
Self-pity
Self-disgust
Much love.
Copyright © Ana Holloway | Year Posted 2013
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