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Take out the trash
And as you bend to pick up stray leaves
You see him standing beneath his grief
He wears it heavy like winter wool, boiled in tears
As a man, he doesn’t have the ways of expressing
All those pent up cries
For so long, he was his only resource
Clamboring into himself even further
A boy within a man, hand over mouth
His outward smile is tinged with sadness
Nobody sees because people want to believe
In smiles more than tears
Except me
I have nothing much of myself to recommend
I couldn’t compete, I couldn’t pretend
The square jawed boys at school
Saw through me, reaching for the swan necked girls
Who purred and swam in batted eyelash lakes
And like this man, I grew up shaping myself coarsely
Sometimes doing nothing more than observing
The way we treat others less fortunate
And I came…
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She is one of the best writers I have ever come across. Proud to call her my friend. Awesome human being right there
Wow I soooo love this poem! Full of pain and that’s what makes it sound so amazing. 🙂
Thank you, we have some awesome writers on the team. I hope you’ll continue to stop by. I’m always recruiting as well so you never know when a new writer joins the team. So glad you stopped by. M