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By Misti Date: 2004 Dec 08 Comment on this Work [[2004.12.08.13.35.31586]] |
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why does my life have to be so fucking weird I wonder this often met a guy on the internet he liked my poems I liked his introduced him to my favorite poetry site he became a fixture we got together knew it wasn't going to work but we made it work until I couldn't do it anymore now many gallons of bad blood later we still submit and post at the same poetry site he bumps a title of mine in his latest desert poem a little jab that pisses me off more than it should because of all the stress in my life the poverty my mate's chronic pain my seven dollar an hour job with no benefits no phone one car between two people and I think of how hard some people try to convince other people that they are right and good a shining beacon of integrity and character and I think of my daughter because today she turns eight years old and I think of how much I've overcome and I think of all the shit I have yet to overcome and it all comes down to decoupage and posterboards and magazines and black words on white and who cares who is right, anyway I am free at last thank gawd thank gawd struggling like any ant, any mouse, any cog I have paid my dues in full and true blazing love is my compensation. |