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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: June 28, 2017

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Submitted: June 28, 2017



How am I seen? 
As a beauty with a body and hair soft as silk
As a woman of class and intelligence that slips fluently off her lips
As a little girl with childish ways, that still doesn't know life
As a baby with no memory of experience and no sense of knowing wrong from right
As a embryo comforted in my mothers pink matter hidden away,and out of sight 
As a thought that once would come eventually, followed by the thought of a marriage by two people conjoined by love and holy matrimony.
I'm none of that at all.. But a spirit that's all.. Seen by many, felt by few , mystic yet rugged, a teacher, a superior of this life lesson.. Blessed into a family of absence,sworn into adulthood and absent from adolescence, beaten but not battered, broken but not shattered, stricken but not struck, standing still but not stuck, silent but well heard, lessons well learned, honest in all truth, modest but mostly used, hurt but not heart broken, forgiving but not forgetful. 
Poetry is my canvas and I'll paint every colour of you, your sins and your good deeds.. The few you attempted, the pain in your eyes, and the ones you won't mention. The heartbreak that you caused, and the fault in your galaxy. 

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