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By Bridget O Date: 2002 Jun 24 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.24.06.56.16064]] |
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If I had to name a medium, it wouldn't be pens, pencils, or even a computer. I would be James. My anger, my sadness, My pain, and even my happiness stems from him. My poetry and emotions Stem from him. Him -not my pen Not my pencil. He makes my hand fly across the paper with anger, He pushes me further and harder to perfection. He smiles and my words are formed When I don't think I'll ever write again, I feel the pain and try harder. My medium My curse, My Achilles Heel When I don't think I can take another breath, I think of his words and write about anger crying bitterness, Truly my medium. |