I am guilty by design
Not birth
An honor bestowed upon me during a childhood
I can not remember
I bathe in milky white every night
Sometimes alone
I over dose on insatiable
My lovers a phalanx of timber
Oak and Elm
A lap dog to four of the seven sins
Fighting to understand to see and feel something real
Something that is the light
Sometimes bursting in neon pink Hot pink
And cautionary tales neva prepared me for this
Knowledge adds to my pain and I thirst for it
Pseudo-masochist of words
Stealing more light
And I yearn for it passionately
Which makes me guilty by design not birth
My race and gender only exacerbate the situation
You certainly are guilty of not sharing fantastic poetry like this for so long. Don't worry, I'll forgive everything… including your gender and your race. ;-)
It's not right to self-judge yourself in a negative way. Everyone was born for a reason. Everyone, regardless of race and gender, is just as everyone else. It's great to read you again. Long time no see, Mitzi!!!!
I have to think that race and gender is secondary to mental persuasion. There is always a way to deal with the dark. Many people of your race and gender have overcome great obstacles and saw the light at the end of that long, dreary tunnel. You can too. Not saying it isn't difficult, but you can too.
Exploring the impact of literary icon Flannery O'Connor's noted legacy on the cultural realities of modern-day America, the world, and a certain author.
Yankee Doodle Daddy is a historical Appalachian Family Saga. The story follows a mother's reckoning as she struggles to survive and keep her four daughters alive.
Exploring the impact of literary icon Flannery O'Connor's noted legacy on the cultural realities of modern-day America, the world, and a certain author.
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Absolutely nothing to forgive here.
Never was.
As expected, insightful, brilliant poetry.
ShyPoet1
Ron
great images ...
Sandie :o)
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