I've given many poems their own document and title, separating them from the Sour Honey collection. I haven't done it with all of them, only the ones that I felt were not being read because they were so far back in the collection. I am certainly far from proud of the early poetry that I wrote, but I keep it here to show my progress as a writer. That's that.
I am who I am.
You can love me. Really, I'd rather you didn't.
Who am I? You're reading this to find out who I am. To understand who I am, you have to understand where I came from... but if I can't even understand that, then what chance do you have? Probably a better chance than I do, really. You don't have a past clouding your judgement as far as I go.
But where is that voice from no where? Really, I know nothing but that I know nothing, and that's what makes life so wonderful!
Let's dance in the rain and put flowers in our hair. Let's write untill we sleep and fall in love with the smell of those who warm our beds in slumber.
Let's live.
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