I decided to stand on the streets and
juggle with the knives stabbed in my
back hoping someone will throw me a
dime or stand there long enough to
hear how I’ve earned my scars and how
much blood I’ve lost pulling these blades out.
I made my stitches and they are rough
just like my tongue from all the curses
said at the wind because I wasn’t strong enough
to tell them to people’s faces.
And I wasn’t supposed to tell them.
I was supposed to take the knives they stabbed
in my back and throw them right back.
I love the way you write. It’s always raw and always hits home. So many things here to consider as I reread. Beautiful work!
Thank you so much 😊
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Oof! My heart. <3 I love this.
Thank you!
There’s a classic film from 1977 called “Julia.” I would say it was the first feminist film from Hollywood. It’s about the 1930s friendship between the American writer, Lillian Hellman, and her friend Julia, who is a leader of the anti-Nazi Resistance. At one point in the film, Julia says to Lillian, “I like your anger.” I like your anger, as expressed in your poems. Keep writing!
Thank you! I will for sure watch the movie because this comment left me intrigued 😊
just
wow
Thank you, glad you liked it!
Deep and very well written
Thank you, I am glad you liked it 😊
My pleasure ♣
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